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Last night's event still haunts her. She tried to be strong, but still, it's haunting her. The whole night, she was crying. She never faced such things in her life; there was always the protective shelter of her grandparents or her brother over her head, and now that she is far away from home, no one is here for her. She is feeling all alone. She understands that she can't live her whole life under their wings, but there are still things we want in our lives to be like they always are.

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