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... was back home. The summer sun poured through the windows, my mother was making lunch, and my father, lounging in his chair, was reading the newspaper.
No... it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory.
I was just a child then, too young to realize that this peaceful world would soon be gone.
"Sweetheart," my mother called. Her voice was warm, like freshly baked bread. "Come here. It’s time you learned how to cook. My only wish is for you to grow up independent. Come on, don’t be s ...
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