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           When my sister was just a third years old girl, my parents brought us to the city mall on weekends for daily shopping.

After some hours of daily shopping has passed, my mother decided to stop for a while at the shoes corner. She seems too enjoyed the time while observing new collections. She even asked father, does it suit her or not. Carelessly, I watched them with blank stare of tired eyes and didn’t pay much attention to surroundings. As the result, my sister was gone without none of us noticing it, much to our shock. And so, my father told mother to stay there, in case if my sister will came back. While my father walked around the mall, looking for her.

As my father came back from the hopeless search with confused and worried face, suddenly a familiar little figure running from father’s direction. Yes, it’s my sister. She smiled innocently and hugged father from behind.

“Where’ve you been?” my mother asked as she relieved.

“I was there all the time, mom!” my sister exclaimed joyfully as she pointed at a red fancy chair near the cashier. And that’s the experience we won’t ever forget.