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“Oh my god!” screamed the driver as he nearly hit her.
He clutched tightly at the stirring wheel, stomped at the brakes, and changed the direction hastily. He sighed a breath of relief and pushed the door furiously to check the situation.
“Are you hurt, little girl??” asked the driver. “Are you injured anywhere?”
The girl, whose face was soaked in tears, confused the driver and he didn’t understand her problem. Then, Victor stepped out of the car and asked lightly: “What is the problem?”
“This little girl blocked our way and I was afraid to hit her.” Stated the driver.
“Girl?” wondered Victor. Just as his eyes met the girl’s, he felt a brim of tears soaking his eyelashes, and he murmured: “Emilia?”
“Uncle…” cried Emilia.
Victor squatted towards Emilia and pulled her into his bosom. He clutched at her tightly and ran his fingers into her long ginger hair.
He could feel his freezing heart melt by her warmth.