25 years ago, when I was 3 years old I lived in la America with my mother. I was a little child and I was very nervious. I didn´t like to be alone. My mother was a teacher and when she was in the work, I was in my home with the maid. The maid was a bad person, she locked me in a room, while she swept and mopped, for this reason I was a nervious child.
On weekends, my mom was with me. One Saturday morning, I was in the balcony watching birds through the window. My mom, was in the roof hanging clothes. I was quiet, but the door closed, and it sounded very strong. I got scared and cried for a long time. My mother didn´t listen me. She was in the fourth floor. I screamed and cried through thewindow, and the neighbors listened me. They said me: “Be quiet, your mom come right now”. I was very scared, I stood on a chair and I screamed very desperate. I didn´t like to be alone. I wanted to throw out the window. Neighbors stood in the street, holding a blanket together and I jumped through the window. A neighbor hugged me and I was quiet again. I lived in a second floor.
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