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Nostalgia

I miss the moments when my mom would cradle me and hum Brahms lullaby on the nights I couldn't sleep.

I miss the time we used to live in a smaller apartment, because despite the narrow space the family love was on every corner. Now, the house is taller but the hallways are empty. My voice fades away with silence it possesses. 

I miss when my father's arms felt like the safest place, but now it's the same thing that I have to keep myself safe from.

I miss when the sunrise was something to look forward to. I miss the feeling that I would be proud when I beat the morning on waking up.

I miss looking forward to going to school, because it meant that after classes I'll be at my grandparents' and I could come home to their embrace.

I miss how losing to a game like hide and seek was the only thing that would make me feel sad.

I miss when Christmas felt like Christmas. 

I miss when the only thing I was afraid of were injections and insects.

I miss the time that knives were never words, they were only used for kitchens.

I miss feeling more happy than gloomy. I could go on days, weeks, months even, without a frown. But now, even today I can't remember if I smiled. 

I miss how I don't cry too much before as I do now. 

- I miss how everything was okay back then.