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When I was a kid, around five or six years old, I remember going out with my aunt while wearing my favorite outfit. I was so happy and excited to go out with her and show off my clothes and everything, but it didn’t go as planned.
I remember her leaving me alone in the street for what felt like two hours. Everything around me seemed so dark and strange, even though we lived in a huge, crowded city since it was the capital. I was just standing there, not knowing what to do, when a woman came up to me and asked, “Hey, are you lost?” I told her that my aunt had left me there and that I didn’t know how to get back to my mom.
After that, the woman stayed with me until my aunt came back. My aunt told me, “Either you come with me or stay here forever.” I refused to go with her, and after that, I don’t remember anything else. I don’t remember how I got home, how my mom found me, or even how everything ended.
What confuses me the most is that whenever I tell my mom about it now, she says it never happened. She says she doesn’t know anything about it, even though I keep describing everything to her in detail. But she doesn’t remember it at all.

When I was a kid, around five or six years old, I remember going out with my aunt while wearing my favorite outfit. I was so happy and excited to go out with her and show off my clothes and everything, but it didn’t go as planned.
I remember her leaving me alone in the street for what felt like two hours. Everything around me seemed so dark and strange, even though we lived in a huge, crowded city since it was the capital. I was just standing there, not knowing what to do, when a woman came up to me and asked, “Hey, are you lost?” I told her that my aunt had left me there and that I didn’t know how to get back to my mom.
After that, the woman stayed with me until my aunt came back. My aunt told me, “Either you come with me or stay here forever.” I refused to go with her, and after that, I don’t remember anything else. I don’t remember how I got home, how my mom found me, or even how everything ended.
What confuses me the most is that whenever I tell my mom about it now, she says it never happened. She says she doesn’t know anything about it, even though I keep describing everything to her in detail. But she doesn’t remember it at all.

So I’ve been thinking about getting a gastric sleeve recently, and I want to know from anyone who has had it done about their experience and advice. Was it really helpful? And if yes, How much weight did you lose, and over what period of time?