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The first person my eyes catches is my father. He is dressed in a brown jacket and matching trousers. At the corner of the hall, I see my mother's round face, her body is perfectly covered in Chanel. She is with a black pan trouser, a white shirt and a sweater vest around her neck.

Her brown hair falls gently on her square shoulder. Her gray eyes caught my tiny frame directly at the entrance. I watch as she heaves a sigh.

My father also carries his face to my direction and the deepest scowl I have ever seen appears on his face.

I finally get the strength to move over to them but immediately in reaching a talking proximity, my father turns on his heels and leaves.

I throw my head back to my mother but she isn't there anymore. Truly they are ignoring my existence.

Some of the workers that actually notice my presence greet me as they pass the elevator.

I walk over to the private elevator, my mother is inside. I press the seven button and the door closes.

"Mom," I call as we rea