Burglars...

So as the title says, there were burglars... They got into my dad's house and stole a lot of things among some very precious watches and other things with a lot of value. Emotional and well, not emotional. They haven't stole a lot from me. Just some perfume and my mascara. Oh, and my freaking laptop (clothes and shoes are always at my mom's. Thank god). That's gone now. But it isn't that bad in comparison to my dad... I feel so guilty that I'm at my mom's place right now. I just want to be at my dad's place, so that he isn't alone. After school (kinda skipped some classes) I went to him and I brought some very delicious, but awful cookies.

I'm off to bed now and please forgive me for the bad English. It's been a very tough day.