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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

I was not even afraid when he took out a small stick like normally used by wizards, "You are not a wizard, Father!" I started crying, so that it attracted the attention of some people, "We both are not wizards. We are just ordinary people,"

Right after I spoke out what I had in my mind, suddenly some people came out of their room. Perhaps they heard our noise. Father looked panicked, he stared at me, "You are always a trouble since you are a child,"

I just smiled sullenly, wiping off the damned tears for this damned man who never thought I existed.

"Rumpa, do you know this human beings?" The voice of the leader distracted my attention. I wanted to hear what my father would say to him.

"I am sorry Sir, I don't know her," it hurt me so much to hear that, but I could not say anything but staring at him with hurt eyes and heart-broken heart.

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