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... or said that the child didn't. She cried, but just squinted at the ceiling and wept, because she knew that she was saddened that someone would be more upset than her. When her father suddenly fell down and was diagnosed with cancer, she didn’t know what to do if she was confused. I was afraid of urgency in my heart, but I could only bear it when I wanted to cry, because I was afraid that I would cry out when my mother would not be able to stand it. Finally, all the tears were accumulated.

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