ARABELLA "Miss, we are to close now, sorry if we have to throw you out," said the owner of the bakery. There were no visitors again and this was an opportunity for me to have a serious talk with her. "Um, sorry, if I may ask you to help me to contact my parents. I'm lost in this city. I lost my tour group," I said. Her eyes looked at me deeply. Does my face look like a fraud."Please, I really need help" She took a deep breath and took out her cell phone, then sat down next to me, "Tell me the number, I'll call her."I mentioned the hospital telephone number, her brow furrowed. "That's the hospital number, my mother is a doctor." I said confirming. It didn't take long to wait for the call to be answered.“Hello, I'd like to speak to—” she trailed off and I continued. "Mary Savior""Doctor Mary, there's a call for you."Thank God I can talk to my mother. I covered my face and cried. This woman looked at me in surprise then handed me her cell phone, "Speak""Hello—" "Mom—it's me Ara
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