A little lie....

When I was five years old, I came to San José with my father. After some time walking I was very tired, so my father said to me, “you stay here I will return soon”. After 10 minutes I was scared and in that momento one police officer asked me, “Why are you alone? And I said that my father had forgotten about me.
She stayed with me until we found my father. When we found him, the police officer argued with my father.
The lie was that my father had not forgotten about me.