I want to sleep

There always comes a time when your peace is being interrupted by a crowd of guests your parents invited over. And suddenly, you’re peeling 10 kg of potatoes and making 50 dishes for those fatties to eat. All while being told "Don’t touch that cake, it’s for the guests!!!". Child labour and no pay, I guess this is what I get for living with my precious family. Don’t get me started on trying to keep the guests entertained, I’m NOT dancing in front of them! And stay out of my room u rats… I’m gonna be so tired by the time everyone leaves… sighhhh 

P.S. GIVE ME MY CAKE!!!!