I had just arrived home from London by car, with my sisters decide to leave for London, only three of us. it's time to go from the airport, my stuff my mother has prepared, we are all waiting for the half sister (the usual) ends to prepare, I do the pressure because I want to be in advance to be sure, the big take me aside and yells at me saying that I do so worse and to tell him more confidence. where we are now ready to grow up I asked what's inside my backpack and I open it and I realize suddenly that the suitcase has prepared my mother but my stuff is still in the car, and has made clothes that do not use from a life in my closet. running down and start looking in the trunk of the car, which suddenly seems to be a van, and there are at least a dozen different bags or containers. beginning to open and search as fast as I can while my sisters are down and are preparing the car, plus there are my nieces and other children playing around the machine indefinitely and speak with me making me lose any more time. at the end and I find it very late, but I can not even open the suitcase that I wake up.
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