my mom always tells this story about how when i was a kid my family would go on vacation, and they'd leave me behind. i was too young. she said i would stare out the window hysterically crying, watching them leave. wishing they'd turn back towards home and take me with them. hoping maybe it was all a sick joke - them leaving me behind.
a part of me still feels like that little kid.
wondering where everyone went.
hoping they'll come back for me.
wondering where everyone went.
hoping they'll come back for me.
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