Twelve.

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The glint of the sun gently kissed my skin as my eyes parted, leaving the peculiar view for me to observe.
The fresh dawn of a foreign city felt unnatural.
The tone, aroma, everything was different.
The door didn't open at 6 am uncovering the figure of my mother notifying me to wake up and that brought me to realise that you solely appreciate things when they're abducted from you.

I took a deep breath of fresh air and stepped out of the door, it was the morning of my first day at work.
The whitest tile of marbles rendered a tapping noise every time my foot landed on it.
I could hear my heart beating faster and faster with each step I took that brought me a step closer to the office.

"Good morning, Noah, are you feeling good?"

My gaze lifted from the floor revealing the figure of my father.

"Yeah, just nervous"

"Oh don't be, you know that you're my son, right? I'm so sorry for not being able to visit you and your mother for this long. I was working hard here to give you guys a better life."

"I understand, dad"

My father never visited and would rarely contact us.
Conceivably my mother didn't interrupt me from moving to my father because she believed that she couldn't provide me with the love of a father.

I stayed around my father for most of the time.
He would tell me to go get some files and I would do so.
My father had a business related to web designing which did have my interest.
I assumed I would feel hostility toward working but to my surprise, that wasn't the case.
I got to know my coworkers and everybody was pleasant to me, maybe it was because I was the son of the boss?

The night grew closer and everybody called it a day.
Father and I walked to our dorm and we both took a quick shower.
This place didn't feel like home.
The sky was the same yet, it felt less exhilarating.
The moon was of the exact size yet, it didn't sparkle the same.
The day went by with an equal number of minutes yet, it didn't feel vibrant.
My home was back in the town with Dan and my mother and I knew this was temporary.
I knew I had to suppress temporary for something permanent.

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