One morning, when I came into the kitchen for breakfast, I notice that the microwave wasn't where It was supposed to be.
I thought "That's weird"... So I asked the maid if she knew where the microwave was. I know it was a ridiculous question. She said no.
I went up stairs, and knock my mom's door bedroom. She came out and I asked her if she had the microwave in the bedroom. She said, damn it! and run down stairs. Then we realize that during the night some burglars came into the house, climbing the wall and getting in through the kitchen's window. Later my mom decided to put iron doors in the window but I suggested that it was better to put them on each window of the house.My dad offered to contact a person to put them as soon as possible. After a while I pointed out that all the wine bottles and the mixer machine were missing. So obviously my mom was mad because now she had to by new stuff. But she and my stepfather agreed to go to Golfito, a place where all this things are cheaper. We came out of the house and saw the footprints in the walls. I was a little bit scared cause I felt unsafe in my own house. But since that day the microwave have not dissapear again.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
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