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Essay / Short Story: Growing up in India - 1055
and there was no sign of my mother. The policeman considered taking me to a nearby police station, where he told me to sit at a desk. Later he asked me if I was hungry. I nodded slowly. He brought me a sandwich and a soft drink. On the other hand, my mother was yelling and asking questions around me. There was no one to help her, however, an old lady I had met before walked over to her. She said slowly, "I saw your son..." My mother folded her hands and begged her, "Please... can you please tell me where he is?" “I saw him with a police officer and he took him to a nearby police station.” My mother thanked her and quickly ran to the nearest police station. A few minutes later, she finally arrived. She came in and asked the police officer sitting at the front desk about me. While I was eating the sandwich, I heard my mother. I jumped out of the office and screamed, “Mom! I ran to her and hugged her tightly. She started crying and hugged me back. It was a very beautiful moment. My mother cried on my shoulders and said, “Baby, I love you so much.” I smiled and said, “I love you too mom.” The police around us smiled at us. We then walked home