Asking To Follow
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Saroo could recall bits from that day. His older brother had been a silhouette when he’d asked if he could follow along. He’d continuously been sent back home before his brother eventually caved in.
They made it to the local train station and climbed into a train. It was past his bedtime when they arrived at 9 P.M., and his five-year-old body was still sleepy. He barely understood what his older brother was saying.
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