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I found that there was a little boy standing there crying with an older
girl standing next to him.
I recognized that she was the same girl that I had met
earlier at the beach but was now more grown-up. She was me
when I was in primary school. As I could remember, it was during
those years that I began to realize something that made me
different from other kids – my special ability.
“Why are you crying? How can I help you?” The girl sat
down and asked the boy in a soft voice.

“We...we went inside the festival and.. I got lost with my
mom.” The boy rubbed his eyes.
“Can you tell me what your mom is wearing today?”

“She is wearing a long dress with a scarf, an orange one.”

“Thank you for telling me that. I will try my best to help
you, but you have to stay here till I come back. Can you promise
me?”

The little boy stared back at the young Mira.“Yes, I promise.”
I decided to stay with the boy even if he didn’t see me or
notice my existence. While standing here, I could still hear many
different voices that flew in and out of my head. However, one
voice that became more obvious was from a woman. I began to
understand the situation. Mira, or the younger version of me, ran
into the crowd, looking for a woman that was similar to the boy’s
description as well as listening to people's wishes. This way she
could trace the boy’s mother easier.