Love is Not an Exhibition
by Rose
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On the day my sister insisted on attending the New Year's Eve countdown, there was a stampede in the square because of the crowds. People were pushing and shoving desperately for space. Some people's bodies were squeezed so much that blood spurted out of their mouths. The younger sister was so frightened that she cried, and her father quickly carried her on his back. I looked at the railing of a building, gritted my teeth and dragged my parents over: "Mom, Dad, take your sister up quickly!" My parents lifted my sister up first, then my mother, and then my father. But when it was my turn, my mother cried and grabbed my father's sleeve: "This railing can't bear any more people." My father immediately let go of my hand: "My sister is still young, so she must be scared in the crowd. You have grown up, so you must be strong." I fell into the crowd again and couldn't stand up. As the world became darker and darker, I still couldn't help crying. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I'm still not strong enough. In my next life, I don't want to come to this painful world.
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