Mercédesz Gerda Einwag
Once, when I was seven years old, I got a puzzle for Christmas with barbies on it; of course at that time it was a priority for me that everything have to do with barbies and girly things. On that day I opened it and started to solve it, but I found something else that was more interesting, so I left it in the middle of the living room.
The next day, I woke up and started to solve it again. It was an easy one with thirty pieces in total. I was getting close to finishing it, when I realized that one was missing. Of course the whole family started looking for it, but we couldn’t find it. I started crying, because it wasn’t done. Later my mom put it away, because I forgot it existed. A few weeks later my mom found an article on the internet saying that the manufacturer of this company had sold some puzzles with missing pieces, so they replaced them.
It was a puzzle in itself, that I got it but there was a missing piece that we had to find; it was complete chaos.