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While her mother was handing the balloon she had taken from the tree to Sevim, Sevim's eyes were smiling with happiness. He played happily with his balloon for a long time. Then he stopped for a moment and thought. He wished he could experience this joy in another child. So he slowly let go of the string of the balloon and waved from the back of the balloon. Thus, the balloon continued its journey from where it left off. This is where the beautiful story ends. Once upon a time, there was a tiny park in a sieve, and cute children playing in the park. While the children were playing happily, the bubble-faced uncle came to the park as usual. The children happily surrounded the balloonist uncle and were choosing which balloon to buy.While her mother was handing the balloon she had taken from the tree to Sevim, Sevim's eyes were smiling with happiness. He played happily with his balloon for a long time. Then he stopped for a moment and thought. He wished he could experience this j