When Ah Ro's father died, I hated the minibus. It wasn't him, Ah Ro's father wouldn't die, and his mother wouldn't be so tired. Because of him, Ah Ro was washed away by the water and couldn't find his home at all. I hate him even more.
Later, the minibus rescued Aro several times, and made Aro brave and strong, and he no longer hated him so much.
They had joy and suffering along the way, and when the storm flooded the river, I thought Ah Ro would never come home again, so sad.
He was happy when the minibus found his relatives, and when he jumped on Aro's back to go with him, I knew they treated each other as relatives.
When Ah Ro saw his mother, I cried, he doesn't have to wander anymore, that loneliness and helplessness are gone when he sees his mother.
He did what Dad said You are me and more.
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