Since we lived in a remote village school, our cries might not be heard by people in the distance. Suddenly, an idea struck me- I could use the whistle- the one mother used in PE classes. I inflated my chest, trying to blow all the air into making the loudest sound I could make. Gradually I heard a hubbub of footsteps getting closer, accompanied by people's loud talking. Rays of torchlight intertwined outside my windows. Villagers were calling my name. I opened the door and saw a flock of people standing before my house, hoes on their shoulders- these were all the neighboring folks I was familiar with. Suntanned faces sparkling with kindness, concerned eyes brimming with warmth, true love and care sent by these folks, took away all my fears.

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