The First One
Racking my brain for answers, that's when I recalled the priest who carried me, soon I felt a sharp headache, forcing me to reach for head, rubbing it with my little palm.
It was so painful, it led to my of anxity -which I thought faded the second the priest came to my refuge- had accumulated once.
For loosing my way, being separated from my mother, the fear, the anxiety and the uneasiness I felt it, all combined together with the excruciating pain I felt in my head, I burst into tears and couldn't hold back my voice.
All the adults there tried to calm me down, they tried to stop me from crying, there was even a nice lady who patted my head, gave me candy, she spoke to me with a voice that w
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