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The sky began to turn about ten minutes before the dismissal bell rang.
Dark clouds rolled in from the west, slowly covering the sky above the elementary school.
I stood in front of the school gates.
The iron gates were half-open.
A few parents were already waiting for their children.
Some were looking at their phones.
Others were chatting quietly.
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The wind blew a little colder than usual.
I looked up at the sky again.
The probability of rain was quite high.
Around seventy percent.
The school bell finally rang.
The classroom doors began to open one by one.
Children spilled out in small groups.
The sound of footsteps and chatter filled the courtyard.
I waited.
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About thirty seconds later, Yuna emerged from the corridor.
Her sky-blue backpack hung from her shoulders.
She was walking with two other girls.
As soon as she spotted me at the gates, she stopped.
She gave a small wave.
"Papa."
I raised my hand slightly in response.
