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so sorry…” I didn’t respond. He gave a bitter laugh.
Emerging from the clinic, we were met with bright sunshine. I squinted, raising a hand to shield my eyes. Just as I was about to look around, a young woman sat on
the ground, head bowed. “I don’t want to marry. I want to study. Can’t I have my own dreams?” she sobbed.
I patted her shoulder. “If you’re determined about your dream, then pursue it. I can help you.” She looked up
Just then, Julian rushed out frorn behind me. “Aren’t you afraid your stitches will pop?” I asked, my face devoid of emotion.
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me, astonished.
He shook his head, his voice hoarse. “I’m afraid if I’m not careful, someone else will steal you away.”
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I rolled my eyes.
The young woman followed me, step for step. “Pretty lady, can you really help me? I’m a very hard worker, I promise I won’t disappoint you.”
I smiled. “I can.” She beamed.
While Julian went to buy some water, the young woman asked curiously, “Is he your boyfriend? He’s really handsome.”
I patted her head “No.” I paused, then added: “As long as you don’t lose your way, you can have many men like him in the future.”
[THE END]
