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Memory 69

Our parents softly smiled at you when they saw you folding the paper cranes in my room. Sometimes, you would tell me some stories while you did your work, and sometimes you'd make me sit on your lap and put me to sleep before you would continue with your work.

I tried to stop you, because the bruises on your hands kept on increasing. But see, you never listened to me, never.

Three days left for the surgery, and you had folded eight hundred paper cranes.