The day that my father picked me up at elementary school
happenedwas when I was only nine years old. For the first three years of school, back to home,going back home after class, was the same way(routine). My mother or my father tookpicked me up by car, and I returned tohome safe and comfortable. InOn a pleasant afternoon, everything was different. It happened like this. LikeUsually, after class I wentwould go to the front door of the school looking out for my parents’ car. For ten minutes, I saw my friends wentleft for tohome. MoreAfter more than twenty minutes waiting andno one showed up. Many things went through my head: from being abandoned at school to monsters have attackedattacking my family. I was only a nine-year sold child with an extraordinary imagination.
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