*I'm a moron, here's something for this spot I've taken up. Enjoy!
Irving is a messy child, only about five. He never listens to his parents, no matter how hard they try. One day, a sickness spread across the land. So, Irving's parents told him he must wash his hands. However, Irving is a rebellious child who never understands, so he refused and did the opposite of washing his hands. Irving played in the sand, but would not wash his hands. Irving fell in the mud, but would not wash his hands. Irving touched all kinds of strange things, but he would definitely not wash his hands!
Irving had no boundaries, he always got close to everyone even if they tried to keep him away. He invaded the personal space of his friends, his siblings, and his parents especially. They got no peace from Irving. "Please, Irving! Can't you just stay at least 3 feet away?" his mother would say. Irving didn't listen to that, after all, Irving never listens to anything his parents say.
Irving's boundaries were worse than just being too close though. He liked to touch faces. The neighbors dog, newborn baby sister's, anybody and everybody's face, including his own. Worse, Irving is now touching faces with his filthy hands! The hands he refuses to clean! He even coughs in people's faces, though that part is an accident. Everyone is disgusted by Irving and starts to avoid him.
This makes Irving lonely and mad. 'My hands are only a little dirty and it's only a little cough!' Irving thinks, 'Everybody else is being stupid poo-poo heads!' Then Irving gets an idea! 'I'll hide and make everybody miss me! Then they'll know they were wrong!' Irving has the perfect hiding spot. In the kitchen cabinets there's a hole in the wall only he's found. So, Irving proceeds to hide in this hole, and even when his family cries he only giggles with glee. 'Serves you right!' Irving decided to keep this up for a while so they'll truly appreciate him. For two weeks Irving sleeps in the hole, only coming out at night to meet his needs. Even when Irving feels sick he stubbornly stays in the hole.
Finally, two weeks pass and he comes out to his quiet home. He runs to his parents room. "Mom, dad, here I am!" His parents don't react, they're seem to be sleeping quite hard. He shakes them. They still don't react. He goes to see his siblings, even his baby sister, but no one wakes up. He says grumpily, "They can sleep so peacefully, no one missed me at all! And they even smell, but they told me to wash! How is that fair?!" Irving grumpily leaves them to their rest and heads to the kitchen for breakfast. Irving grabs milk for cereal, but it's soured. "Mom, dad, the milk's gone bad!" Irving's parents aren't getting up, even for spoiled milk. So, Irving calls the police with annoyance, "It's an emergency! The milk's gone bad and nobody's getting up to replace it. Can you send some milk?"
Soon the police arrive with the milk, and Irving makes himself a bowl of sugary cereal that his parents keep trying to make him eat less of. The police go to check on the other people in the house. Soon they're back, talking into their little black boxes. "Family of seven, yeah, we're going to need a coroner. There's only a little guy left." Irving looks at them curiously, "What's a coroner?" The police look at each other and one asks back, "What's your name kid, and do you know how long they've been sleeping?" Irving shrugs, "No, I don't know how long they've been sleeping, but I wish they'd get up. I... they still haven't said sorry! Oh, and I'm Irving." "Okay, well let's go for some fresh air, Irving."
Irving watches from outside as many people invade his home and the police talk to neighbors. "Why didn't they go to the hospital?" "Oh, well they said that there's no free healthcare, and they didn't want to be gone when Irving gets back. Where'd you find that brat anyways?" For Irving this is all very confusing and scary. Things blend in and out, nothing makes sense. Soon Irving is taken away and confirmed to be currently healthy.
Irving is put in a place with many children and it isn't until later that he understands after things are explained to him. This is a children's home and he is an orphan. His mother, father, older sister, two big brothers, and baby sister died from a terrible sickness. It's a horrible shocking tragedy. Remember to wash his hands often, cough into his elbow, don't touch his face, stay at least three feet away from others, if he feels sick he shouldn't go out. These are the things a social worker tells him. But there's only one thing Irving gets from this. He didn't wash his hands. He got near everyone, touched everyone, coughed in their faces. He made everyone die! Irving is devastated, and from then on paranoidly kept clean and at a distance. When he was adopted he was basically a germaphobe and much too obedient. His new family worriedly sends him for therapy. The end.