I presented a picture, you are 8 years old, you walk with your mom, and here the aunt approaches, smoothes you on the head, and takes away.
A childhood nightmare
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When I was 6 years old, I once crossed a small river along the bridge with my dad and followed him. He passed, I followed him. I see it going somehow quickly to the side, I can’t wait to scream daddy. I am running. I catch up and see that this guy is another, looks so frightened) I turn around and see the far away dad. As I remember, I always think what it was like to hear that guy wait for dad)))