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Part 12. The Summer Afternoon
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A gentle breeze brushed against the vibrant sunlight shining down on the beautiful meadow, surrounded by colorful flowers. The scene was blurry, but in the distance, a camera mounted on a tripod could be seen. On either side of his shoulders, Amisa felt the touch of rough and delicate hands. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of her parents' silhouettes, capturing a family portrait.
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After taking the photo, Amisa's mother led her to the picnic blanket spread under the giant tree. From the picnic basket, they took out sandwiches, milk tea, bread, and desserts.
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Amisa caught a glimpse of her reflection in her mother's compact mirror, reverting back to her appearance with fluffy blonde hair at the age of 3. "Is this... a continuation of that dream?"
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"Oh, they're here!" Amisa's father checked the camera and seemed to have noticed something, enthusiastically waving towards a hillside.
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In the distance, two families of three could be seen. The two boys in each family behaved differently. The black-haired boy energetically ran up the hill shouting, "I won!" while the brown-haired boy tightly held onto his mother's hand, unwilling to let go.
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The three families gathered around the picnic blanket, each taking out their food. The lively black-haired boy was the first to unveil his favorite doughnut, while the brown-haired boy tightly held onto the star-shaped coffee cookie he had obtained. Amisa received the white cream cake from her mother.
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"This feeling..." Amisa looked around at the joyous atmosphere and suddenly heard the sound of a guitar and drums. The black-haired boy's father brought out a wooden box drum, the brown-haired boy's father held a guitar, and Amisa's mother began playing the flute. Others also took out tambourines and clapped their hands to create a rhythm. The three children couldn't help but join in, singing joyfully with the adults:
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Green grass, giant tree,
I just want to sing.
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sun shine, breeze blows.
I just want to praise.
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Thanks God for the summer afternoon
and scrumptious lunch
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La la la~ I want to thank.
La la la~ I want to praise.
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After finishing the song, everyone happily enjoyed their meals. As Amisa picked up the cream cake, she happened to make eye contact with the two boys. They all unknowingly revealed a sense of nostalgia. Curiously, Amisa tried to speak to them, "Jasky? Toosb?"
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Toosb quickly finished his doughnut, stood up, and told his parents he wanted to go play before running off. With the other parents urging them, Amisa and Jasky followed suit.
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The three children arrived at the foot of a towering tree as if it were a sacred tree. They instinctively started digging in the soil beneath its roots and found a wooden box buried there. They looked at each other, nodded, and opened the box, revealing a silver key inside.
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"The key tingles the taste buds—through the familiar desserts, in the dreamlike memories, we search for shared memories. So, the key was in this dream within a dream," Amisa concluded in her heart without knowing why. She noticed a small door hidden beneath the tree roots nearby. She handed the key to Jasky and asked him to open the door. As he did, a flash of light enveloped them, transporting them inside.
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