It was a hectic night -- rushed to Tung Chung after late dinner, listened to M, talked to the police, settling the girl down in hotel and then go home. It was almost 12.
On the return way, many thoughts emerged...
If I already learnt first aid, would I try my best to help him?
Why I struggled? Why couldn't I say more comforting words?
Why pharasees can act like that?
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