When I was in Secondary, I arrived to a party on University of Santiago. I lied to my mom and I told her that I had paid the ticket of this party, and i told her, How I suffered the next accident:
-well mom, when I was up stair, one guy pushed me and I fell on the floor, in the same floor was a big rock!! and I had hit with it.... I don't felt so much pain, mom.... (jaja) My mom was soo angry... but the first is the first, she took me to the Hospital. There, they told me that I needed an operation. So horrible!
Well, They operated me, the put me three screws on my left ankle. I used to carry crutches and all that stuff.
In my photo, we can see my friend in this hard crossing, his name is Iván, he took me home (he was so drunk... he had a broken heart </3 ... and my mom angry, more and more). Also we can see my foot after the operation and the blessed rock (?), Ivan brought to me, like a souvenir ajja :)
The truth was that I jumped a big grating, all about the rock is true, at least.
I waited so much time to go to my home...Apparently, that worsened my situation
Usually, I think my mom knows the truth, but faster I forget this idea, for my own good.
Until today, all my family believe this version.
Now is a very funny story to tell, there are so much detail to talk, but that will be for another occasion.
Bye bye!