| In one of the last memories I have of my dad, he was carrying me on his shoulders. After his death, that 5-year-old girl had to quickly grow up. She moved to Japan to start another life with a new language and culture. Her whole world changed instantly. I recently found that little girl inside me again and started hearing and listening to her. I realized, even I had abandoned her, and only I can save her. These days, I invite her to ride on my shoulders and be my friend.
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