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"Why... Why am I crying?" I placed my hand over my heart and pressed it down. I want to go to him. It hurts. Sadness is filling up my whole heart when I see him drove away. His car is getting smaller and smaller. My feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and my eyes continued to focus at the direction which he has left. "Madelynn, what's wrong?" I do not when my dad has come to my side. "Why are you crying?" "I-I don't know. I-I just..." I just cried without any reasons. "It's ok. It's ok. Let's go home." My dad slung his arm over my shoulder and led me back to our house. "Girl, are you ok? You want to talk about it?" My dad led me to the sofa and sat down beside me. My dad looked at me with a pair of worried eyes. I shook my head a little. "I'm probably just tired. I'm going back to