CANDICEI roamed my eyes on every corner of this place I once called home. I held my breath as I remembered how my father would play hide and seek with me or tag in the hallway. I could still smell my mom's dishes as she passionately cooked for me and father, the strong aroma of rosemary and chime, mixed with garlic, and cream. I could still hear our laughter in the hall. Their disagreement downstairs, the cuddling in the sofa, the loud noises of a driller, my mother's eternal grumbles and my father's grimacing face.I couldn't believe that it would end so easily. I couldn't believe I've lost them in a blink, in an instance. Their departure was without notice. We were still eating breakfast happily that day, and they were both telling me how they didn't care if I'd pass or not. That having me as their daughter was already something to be proud of, and everything was just a tip of their parenting.A tear escaped from my eye, I wiped it quickly. I've forbid myself to cry, I've been cryi
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