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When I was about five or six years old, I was in the pre-school class, and one day my mom waited for me to go back to school, but I wasn't at school, and I heard that I was picking dates in the mountains with my younger sister who was walking. The mountain is so big, Mom is gone, she's gone for hours, we're gone. She's crying while she's walking, crying, thinking, "Did we fall into the bed?" Are we being kidnapped by traffickers? We ... she thought of countless possibilities, and she said she had no purpose at all, but to move forward. Then I met a village grandpa and asked his mother where he was going with his hoof. She cried and couldn't even say a word. My neighbor's grandpa went with my mom and asked if he saw anyone. At last, it was said that two children had been seen on the train, heading in the direction of the Dynasty Trench (another village more than 10 kilometres away), and that Mom had come down and ran for a few miles along the train road, and had finally found me and my sister, who were happy to pick their sour dates and go back. When I saw her, I cried, and my neighbor's grandfather couldn't persuade me... and when I grew up, I couldn't remember it, and my mother came to us and said she was crying. The three of us used to laugh, and then laugh, and pretended to look somewhere else, afraid to be seen in tears