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As the first week of November passed, the weather in Wuhan changed quickly. Days of chilly rain turned to snow. Our apartment was cold and damp. I moved around feeling like a miserable panda in my heavy cotton outfit. At night, Mother piled three heavy quilts on me.
On the afternoon of December 14, I returned from school and found Niu sitting in our living room crying. Mother told me they had taken Mrs. Wong to a labor camp. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Never had I felt so heartbroken. I hadn't seen Mrs. Wong since that awful day. She hadn't come down, and Mother didn't allow me to go up when she went. I wished I had had a chance to say good-bye to Mrs. Wong and thank her for Bao-bao's new outfit.