Remember that when we were five or six, we thought the world was spinning under our feet, we were the happiest people, and we were the brightest among the other lights that seemed to be the background. We have our own palace, and so do I. A palace of happiness and truth that we call mother and father. Whatever they like, we love it. Whatever they hate, we do too. The pillar of truth, that's what I'm saying. Because no matter how much we find the traces and lies out there, we always find the right way back home. That's why we know it as 'home'. To us, truth is whatever they like while fault is whatever they say "It is not a good thing to do". They always love us for who we are, even if it ends unspoken, we know; they love us more than they do to themselves. Then I turned ten, then twelve, thirteen and fourteen. The world we originally knew was slowly changing. We begin to get to know people and realize that the real world does not revolve around our ...
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