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It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and me and my family were on a vacation. We were on our way to the beach.The sun was shining and I who never wears sunglases, what I regret now, could not see anything in front of my nose. Predictably, I got lost in the croud on our way there. I followed a man who looked just like my dad. Now I don't understan how in this world can exist so many people looking that similar. He even wore the same clothes as my dad.
While I walked behind him I saw an icecream stand. I pooled the man by his shirt and said: „Daddy, can I have some icecrem. Pretty please.“ with a sparkly look in my eyes. The man, who I was convinced was my dad, turned to me and said: „ Are you talking to me? I'm not your daddy. You must be lost.“ He patted my shoulder and walked away. And there was I standing confused, all alone next to hundreds of people passing by. My sight was getting blury as my tears were starting to collect in my eyes. I sat on a bench and cryed. Nobody cared, nobody turned to help. People can be so careless sometimes.
Suddenly I heard my brother shout: „There she is. I see her. I knew I will find her close to icecream.“ Even do he mocked me again I was so happy to see him. I ran towards him and hugged him like I haven't seen him for a whole

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