When I was a child, I used to visit my neighbor's home ［omit] every weekend. They had a boy who is in [at ]the same age of [with] me. I was always frightened of boys, and it's kind of a problem I had. One of the weekend day, I was playing some computer games with him, and I won the game[omit]. He got mad, and he[ omit] slapped me on the face. I felt scared but I[omit] couldn't do anything,[. period] I just hold my tears [but you told us his mother saw you crying] [Because [because ]I know[knew] if I told his mother, he will [would ]beat me more. Suddenly, his mother came into the room. she[ She] saw my tears shedding, she asked me:[,]" why [Why] are you crying, girl"? I didn't know what will [remove] I have[had] to say. But I started complaining of her son and I told her about what he did. But she didn't do anything and she[remove] sat on the fence. The only thing which she did is [was] calming my nerves [to clam me down]. And when she went outside the room [went out], well I don't remember [omit], I just remember that that crazy boy jumped over me and he [omit] started pulling my hair hard. [I ]me run away and stopped visiting [never visited] their home any more. I should admit, till now, I still don't believe these guys and I can't stopped thinking about bad things about them.
PS: I'm not a teacher.
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