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It has been six years since his mother has passed and taken every ounce of happiness away with her. Surely, Felix is ready to let go, right? There is one issue though, he can no longer remember the language his mother had taught him.
Maybe to move on is to hold on and never to let go, yet us humans misunderstand under the effect of grief.
Even old scars sting with phantom pain.
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