The Unexpected
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The love that this young man holds for his mother is unexplainable. He is about to experience his first trip in a aeroplane and his destination is Paris. He leaves to Paris because he have gotten a job there. Unfortunately his mother couldn't go with because she needs to leave to work. They are both sad that he has to leave yet they are both happy. The young man walks across a huge field on his way to the airport and as he looks up he sees the reddish orange sunrise... Beautiful isn't it???
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