…why mine was the only one crying and clinging to a parent’s leg.
[:en]I’d look around at a room of smiling, playful children, and wonder why mine was the only one crying and clinging to a parent’s leg. [...]
[:en]I’d look around at a room of smiling, playful children, and wonder why mine was the only one crying and clinging to a parent’s leg. [...]
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