Mr. Verwoerd, enthusiastic as always, quickly boarded the metro and looked behind him to talk to his sister. A warning sound played. The doors closed. Verwoerd stared into his sister's eyes... through the glass of the metro carriage. Once he realized what had just happened, the metro had already left the station and his sister kind of stood forlorn on the platform as the cold and bitter reality of what had just happened hit her: a city of ten million people. No mobile phones. And you've just lost your little brother.
Crying and panicking, his sister took the next metro, got out after one stop, looked around the platform, and took the next one. And again. And again. Stop after stop, no little Mr. Verwoerd was to be found. Until the last stop: the one she had told him they were going to. And there he was, sitting on one of the benches, patiently waiting for his sister to arrive, without a care in the world.
There are two morals to this story. Firstly, always make sure to tell each other where to meet up or how to contact each other if you lose each other. And secondly: always wait before your slow big sister or parent has boarded the train.
Mr. Verwoerd's other, older sister, when hearing this story being told, chuckled and said: "He always gets lost. This same thing happened to him when he was staying over for Queen's Day at my place in Amsterdam once. He was on the tram, I wasn't. I was panicking just as much but it turned out he just took the tram home and was waiting for me there."