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ldren: Luna, the eldest, with her irreplaceable wisdom; Kelvin, the inquisitive middle child; and me, the cherished baby of the family. Our h

dishes, the dining table laden with affection as we talked and shared our days. We wore nice clothes that showcased our personalities and occasionally embarked on short journeys to nearby towns, always returning home del

lumber, and days alive with the laughter of playing in the backyard. Words like tragedy, accidents, and the notion of a co

s face, carrying thrilling news: we were going on a trip! An electric buzz filled the air as we all spr

driving. In that moment, it was more than just a ride; it symbolized a thrilling beginning for us all. This trip represented our very

is leap into the skies as a significant milestone in our shared experiences. What intensified this moment was the

cultures danced in my imagination, filling my heart with a unique sense of wonder. This dream of exploration had been planted

y father's tireless efforts had finally begun to bear fruit. He had been immersed in the arduous task of securin

d diligently for three grueling years. Despite his ceaseless dedication, he had grappled with the challenge of establishing th

greed often overshadowed genuine connections. My mother, steadfast in her faith, turned t

vily on his shoulders. It pained me to see him struggle with feelings of inadequacy, especially as the affluent family behind the contract seemed to construct an insurm

derstanding and an intricate awareness of the world around me. My academic journey, though filled with some challenges, paled in comparison to the more

p, it felt both thrilling and perplexing. The near app