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... eyes fixed on the clock hanging on the wall.
The minute hand ticked steadily, and as it reached half past twelve, a sad expression crept across his face. He turned to his mother, who was tidying up in the corner, and asked, "Mother, when will father arrive?"
"He will come soon. You should go to sleep. Your father is a bit busy," his mother replied gently, her tone soothing but laced with the weariness of long days.
"No, I don’t want to!" The boy’s voice quivered as tears ...
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