tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259896124593293634.post4584765079110383749..comments2023-02-25T17:40:09.547+01:00Comments on l'air du temps: stuff to sharel'air du tempshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12910831320800080950noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259896124593293634.post-91890503054632872542009-09-22T16:27:47.626+02:002009-09-22T16:27:47.626+02:00hi Angie, it's funny it is a story that we sti...hi Angie, it's funny it is a story that we still laugh about all these years later at family gatherings. my mom laughing with tears in her eyes always says she was beyond belief. she wasn't mad at me, but mad at perhaps the girl's family. we did go out and look for her, but we never did find her. at least we got a story to laugh about all these years later, but it was not funny (at all) at the time...<br /><br />hey Red Lipstick Style, thanks so much for your compliment about my writing. i know that feeling when something sticks with you and it kind of quietly comes in and out of your mind. you know, i'm still that too trusting girl, i'm in the process of thinking of ways to share and not be taken advantage of...<br /><br />hola Nuri! tienes razon, nunca he pensado que 'la confianza no siempre funciona.' you have a very good point! es algo tengo que aprender. bueno, pienso que estoy aprendiendo... beso nena.l'air du tempshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12910831320800080950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259896124593293634.post-59897469269770930182009-09-22T01:01:59.676+02:002009-09-22T01:01:59.676+02:00my goodness, I thought about your storey all weeke...my goodness, I thought about your storey all weekend! It really struck a cord and I just found myself thinking about it it. I think that must be the sign of a good writer! ;-)Red Lipstickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10687288792852041387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259896124593293634.post-69107876411048170462009-09-20T21:27:18.689+02:002009-09-20T21:27:18.689+02:00Pero es una anécdota encantadora. Tú, pobre, confi...Pero es una anécdota encantadora. Tú, pobre, confiada, le dejas tu tesoro a otra nena y nunca te lo devuelve!! Es triste, pero es así, aprendemos a ser desconfiados, porque la confianza no siempre funciona :))Nuria Canohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05652895924106668162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259896124593293634.post-78148294406406669802009-09-20T07:52:29.802+02:002009-09-20T07:52:29.802+02:00wow! That's unbelievable; it has to be that t...wow! That's unbelievable; it has to be that the parent made the child keep them. I agree, poor you! yes, you just have to move on from stuff like that, right, it sure makes it hard to trust...Red Lipstickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10687288792852041387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259896124593293634.post-49398748236113071862009-09-20T06:56:01.223+02:002009-09-20T06:56:01.223+02:00That is horrible! That a parent could permit thei...That is horrible! That a parent could permit their child to keep the belongings of another. Your poor mother, working so hard to provide for her children. But more importantly poor you! I hope you didn't get in trouble for that.Angie Muresanhttp://www.angiemuresan.comnoreply@blogger.com