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When I returned to my mother, it was already past three in the morning.

My mother didn't ask me many questions as I looked haggard. She just hugged me tightly and let me cry as much as I wanted in her warm arms.

Until I was tired of crying, she just whispered to comfort me and coaxed me to sleep. It was not until I woke up the next day that I saw my mother's red eyes. She knew very well that only when I suffered a great injustice would I rush home in the early morning.