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I Lost My Way in London Esraa Dawood from the Middle East
At first, she refused to go and use it because she said to me the weather was very nice and it was better to walk. I didn't pay attention to what she said, and for about one hour I never stopped crying. She told me to stop immediately and became very angry at me. I didn't do anything; I only ran away from her; I ran as fast as I could. The street was really crowded, so she couldn't follow me. Then, I entered one of the biggest shops there and went to the second floor. I found a Coffee Shop there, I entered it, sat on a chair, and started crying again. All the people came around me. They were talking to me, but I didn't understand anything. After that, they called the police station, and a policemen came to the shop. He tried to talk to me, but I just continued crying. Then he took the small bag that I was carrying, opened it and found my hotel address and phone number. When he phoned the hotel, my father answered the phone. In the end, the police man took me to the hotel. My father was standing in the front of the hotel door. He talked to the police man, then he asked me what happened and where my mother was. I told him everything, and I also told him that I was afraid that my mother was very angry with me. When my mother came, she was crying; but when she saw me, she hugged me and kissed me. She talked to my father about everything. Both of them told me not to do anything like this in the future because maybe one day I wouldn't find any one to help me and they also said they wouldn't forgive me if I did it again.
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