I remenber when I was between 7-10 years in my childhood.Sometimesmy mother would forget me in ohter house. For example: When we went thechildren's partys sometimes, my mother return for me, because she forgotme...On my last day in Perúthere was a similar situation.

It was 7:00 a.m. my uncle went to my house to take meto the airport. He is a very nervious. He was always saying: "It's late".I dont know when but he lost the keys of the car...!

At 8:30 a.m. every body went to the airport, everybodybut me!,because my family forgot me!. I went to the next house...when Iwent outside !Surprise! I didn't see anything, no mather, no car, no family,nothing.

I took a taxi. I said : "Hurry up please, go to the airportmy family forgot me!" He looked at me and said to me: " Miss, in my longyears of being a taxi driver people have always forgotten money, keys,passage, documents always, but no on ever forgot the passenger!

This is my story. It is very funny, but it is true!
 

                                          Giovanna.

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