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It was then that I heard applause behind me. My 3-year-old son silently watching the act

I laugh at myself as days of my school run through my mind

I wake up to see myself here, I wish I could go back to my real home

I am desperately waiting for the day I have the copy of the picture in my hands

I still enjoy those worn out photos with no editing or filters

None of them were able to make their last journey from their homes

I was nurtured under lockdowns, shutdowns and crackdowns

You are the best part of my life and will always be where ever we will be

I remember how I hated my mother to be away from home as a child

Five years since, the flower still rests in my favourite book