Yesterday， my parents were not home. And I had to stay at home by myself for one day and one night. I was very happy at first， because there wouldn't be anyone criticizes my behavior. I can do whatever I want. But later I felt desperate. There was nobody cook for me， asked me to do things or criticized me. I felt empty and desperate as the house is only me. When the night fell， I was afraid. The computer games or the cartoons couldn’t attract my attention. I hate living alone.