I was born and raised in Asia. My parents sent me to private girls' school when I was 7th grade. In Asia, lots of people ride on a bicycle unlike United States, and I went to nearest train station by bicycle. One day, it was already dark outside when I got to the train station. I had to ride on a bicycle to get home, but I was little bit scared of darkness. When I passed the bridge, one car seemed like following me. I hoped that the car would go somewhere else, but he kept following me. I almost cried. Then he opened the window and said, " Hi, honey, what's up?" ...It was my dad.
He saw me followed by two high school boys-like, so he was worried about me. He said he watched for my safety.
Thank you, papa!
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