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She was always a lost girl. Though physically present, she was lost and lonely inside. Sometimes she drifted away in her thoughts, sometimes in the questions in her mind, and sometimes in her place in life. Most of the time, she couldn't share the same joys as other ordinary children. Since childhood, she wondered what she wanted and who she was. She waited for that red car in front of the houses - a car that would never come. Who was that red car? What was it waiting for? If that car came, what would change? She never knew. Perhaps she just loved waiting for it, excitedly, as if it were a miracle. The arrival or absence of that red car didn't matter to her. The excitement and joy she felt while waiting were enough. Who was that girl? Who did she become? What did she want? What did she achieve? Just know this:
In this tangled story, that girl did not make miracles happen. She herself became the miracle and came true.