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When I was a little kid, my parents were too busy running their business. My grandparents raised me. Kids in the kindergarten laughed at me because my parents were never there to pick me up. One day, I missed my parents. So my grandparents took me to a bus stop by a big tree. They told me my parents are coming home soon by bus. They hoped I would be tired soon and forget about it. I saw the buses come and go. My parents were on none of them.

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