I told my friend, "I have decided that I am leaving home

and moving in with my grandparents."

She said, “Oh, yeah? Which bus are you taking?”

I didn’t know.

I asked my father which bus to take.

He said I should take Bus Number 12.

I told my friend, “Bus Number 12.”

She said, “Oh, yeah? You sure? Number 12 or Number 12 A?”

I didn’t know.

I asked my father Number 12 or Number 12 A.

He said I should take Bus Number 12, not 12 A.

I told my friend, “Bus Number 12.”

She said, “Oh, yeah? At which stop do you need to get off?”

I didn’t know.

I asked my father which stop.

He said I should get off the sixth stop.

I told my friend, “The sixth stop.”

She said, “You lie! You don’t have a ticket.”

I didn’t have a ticket.

I asked my father for a ticket.

He gave me a ticket.

I told my friend “I have a ticket and I am leaving now.”

And I left.

I walked towards the bus stop and when I got there I

waited along with other people for the bus to come.

And when the bus came I asked the people,

“Excuse me please is this bus number 12?

I have a ticket.”

And I showed them my ticket.

They said yes and I tried to climb onto the bus

but my foot in a red sandal could not reach high enough.

A nice man grabbed me under my armpits and

lifted me up onto the first step.

“There,” he said.

From that point on I could climb the rest.

As the bus was closing its accordion doors with an accordion sound

I heard the violin voice of my mother.

“Wait! Wait!

Bring her down.”

And the helpful people

that helped me on

helped me off.

My mother embraced me and....

And I missed the bus.