As I followed the soft light in the distance, I wondered if
that was my home. But no, it wasn't! I wanted to go home, but I couldn't
because I was a kidnapped child!
I don't remember how long it had been, but I vaguely recall playing outside
my home when suddenly a van arrived, and two men in black grabbed me. I
tried to run, but they caught me and covered my mouth. I wanted to scream,
but I couldn't. They dragged me into the van, and I wondered where my
parents were.
Blindfolded, the van drove for what seemed like forever until we arrived at
a dark room. They taped me up and locked me in. After a while, I saw a
glimmer of light in the corner. I managed to bite through the tape and
followed the light. Through that tiny light, I saw many cars outside. I
pushed hard and finally squeezed through a small hole that only I could fit.
I escaped.
There were many people around, but I couldn't understand them because they
spoke in a language I didn't know. I wanted to find my parents, but where
were they? I saw a swallow flying in the sky, and I followed it. I knew it
could take me home because my home was in the warm south.
Gradually, I grew tired, and the swallows flew away, leaving me behind. I
sat down and cried. They left, and I didn't know how to get home.
It was dark, and the distant lights were on. I followed the soft lights,
hoping to find my way home, but every house I passed was unfamiliar.
Strangers lived in them, and they had unfamiliar parents and children.
I wanted to go home and leave this place, but the darkness surrounded me on
all sides. I was hungry and cold, and I missed my warm home, where my mother
told me stories, and my father protected me. I cried and wondered where they
were.
Suddenly, I saw red and blue lights in the distance, accompanied by the
sound of a siren. I followed them because I knew that I could finally go
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