Someone stole my mom! Not sure if it is the right way to say it but... Here we go, mom and I were going to our habitual routine 7pm walk to the Baobab. Apparently, I realized that I forgot my keys, as always in fact, and mom told me that she will be ok waiting for me in front of the door.
So far everything is cool. On my way back, mom was not there any more. Where could she go at 89 without me? I started to think about all the worth possibilities, and one of them is, who stole my mom?
I rushed down Mission towards 19th and I saw mom and a guy walking together. I could hear mom speaking french to him as he obviously not understood a word and seemed totally drunk. I pulled them back and mom told me that my friend offered her to walk with her.
Wow! I never seen this guy before and I surely told her to be more careful. She mentioned to me that every one was my friend around so...
Any way, I can claim today that my mom was stolen for 5 min, and I swear to myself to never lose my keys again!
