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I was extremely worried, so at times, I'd gaze at him, increasing the strength of my grip, hoping to transfer some of my energy through our intertwined fingers.

He would smile sweetly at me, sometimes kissing my forehead under his mother's watchful eye, then returning his sad gaze back to the window.

It was a slow journey due to the bad weather; the roads were somewhat slippery. Nevertheless, that didn't hinder us from reaching Atlanta in the early hours of the next day.

Despite the heavy snowfall resembling more of a storm, I could still see the beautiful architecture of the city. Buildings soared high into the sky; some seemed made entirely of glass while others were adorned in metallic hues.

Everywhere I looked, there were various advertisements, colorful signs, and vibrant lights that left me speechless due to their beauty.

It was entirely different from what I was accustomed to—a whole new world.

The car took us through the dark streets, from the poorest to the most ostentatious