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One day you will wake up in your own bed and you are 26 years old.
You will be making your way to your own kitchen, making breakfast and brewing coffee.
A song is playing on the radio, and for some reasons, it is really getting to your heart.
You are just standing there, thinking about going to work and doing your grocery afterward and thinking about what you are going to eat for dinner later.
Or maybe you are thinking about some exciting projects you have been working on, like paintings or drawings or some trips you are planning on taking.
Or maybe you are replaying in your head the favorite scene from the movie you have been watching last night.
Suddenly, you don't feel like home in your skin or in your own house.
But Mama's probably will not feel like home either.
Because time flies and things change.
For a moment, you cannot define home.
And in your blood and bones, you need the comfort of being home.
You are starting to get overwhelmed.
You are trapped in a moment where nostalgia is too immense and you feel foreign in your own body.
You are starting to realize that you will never be this young again but this is the first time you have ever been this old and you are getting older in the next few seconds.
You cannot remember when did you get from 13 to here and it gets surreal.
The song is over.
Your toast is done and so is your coffee.
You are going to take a deep breathe.
You are going to be fine in 2 minutes.