Paranoid or not, I'm just being careful for my daughter. But it seems I have no choice now but to take a taxi.

"Please hail a taxi for me and remember the plate number. You can't be too careful," I told the driver, and I saw him chuckle as he hailed a taxi. I thanked him when he got one, and we got in.

"Mommy, I don't like the smell," my daughter immediately said when we got in and the taxi started moving. I sighed.

Another reason why we don't take taxis is because Samantha is picky about the ...