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Intro. One evening. As I was walking home through a small park that was about to close, I was stunned. I noticed a little girl standing next to a light pole. She was alone. There were no adults nearby. She was wearing a pale blue long-sleeved dress, her light brown hair was cut short to her shoulders, and there were small leaves attached to it as if she had just fallen to the ground. Her little face was stained with tears, and her small hands were tightly clenched in her scrapbook . "Are you okay? I asked softly as I stepped closer . She looked up at me. Her eyes were round and there were tears in her eyes, and she said something... But I couldn't understand it . The language is not Thai, not English. It sounded like the child was trying to ask for help, but she spoke very softly, her hands clenched tightly with nervousness. She quickly lowered her head when I didn't answer . I quickly smiled at him, bent down to eye level, and spoke slowly and clearly. " Don't be afraid, we'll help you." She looked at me again, although she didn't understand the words, but her expression seemed to relax a little. The glint in his eyes began to sparkle with hope . I slowly reached out, and she hesitated before reaching out and gently holding it. Her hands were warm and trembling slightly . And at that time... I know that even though we speak different languages, our understanding

Yuri

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