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Flashback.
“Victor… Victor…” called a little gentle girl. “Did you find my hat?? Is it really above the tree??”
“Julia, I will reach it soon… Just a little bit…” responded Victor. “It is not far away…”
Little Julia stared at the young naughty boy, who was trying to reach her far hat hung at a branch. He spread his hand towards the hat, green leaves flattering, sun rays brightening, strong wind blowing and a little kid swaying at the top of the tree.
“Victor, beware falling from the tree, it would be dangerous.” Warned Julia, as she looked up at Victor. “The hat looks distant, so let it go. It is only a hat anyway.”
“I am fine, I am good at climbing!” assured Victor. “I will get the hat soon!”
“But Victor… Please be aware! I don’t want you to fall and get hurt!”