Five years. That’s how long it had been since I left this city, the place that held so many memories—both good and bad. And now, here I was again, standing in the very city that had changed the course of my life forever. But this time, I wasn’t alone. I had Luke, my son, by my side.We had just settled into a small apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was ours, a fresh start. The space was modest, a one-bedroom flat on the outskirts of the city, but it felt cozy. I had scraped together enough savings over the years, working whatever jobs I could, and finally, we had a place to call home.As I glanced around the apartment, still cluttered with boxes, I caught sight of Luke sitting on the couch, swinging his legs absentmindedly. He was small for his age but bright, with eyes full of curiosity and innocence. It was hard not to smile when I looked at him.“Mom, do you think I’ll make a friend today?” Luke asked, his wide blue eyes locking onto mine, filled with hope. “I’m sure you will, swe
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