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ld bear, tears like a broken line of beads, constantly poured out. Mother pulled me aside, to longly say to me: “children, in the later on the road, you will encounter more, experience more, you can’t because these little things, and stop you move forward.” Listen to mother’s words, I thought: yeah, mom said right, not because these little things, to give up. I dry the tears, again on the bike. Everything es to him who waits, along with the unceasing effor