The person who knows me better than anyone else is my mother. I remember when I took off one day and was missing for a whole year. I know this wasn’t right, but I did. I didn’t tell anyone where I was or was going, but my mother was the one who had figured out where I could have gone.
It took her a while, after putting in a missing person’s report and nothing turned up badly, she put her thinking cap on and had came up with places I could have been. After about five tries, she had figured it out, because she knows me and places I like and my type of style.