The morning of my middle school graduation was truly strange. As I opened my eyes under the blanket, a peculiar feeling washed over me; I had already lived through a day like this before. "Have a good graduation ceremony. You can manage on your own, right?" Just as I was about to step out the front door, I turned at the teacher's greet...
The morning of my middle school graduation was truly strange. As I opened my eyes under the blanket, a peculiar feeling washed over me; I had already lived through a day like this before. "Have a good graduation ceremony. You can manage on your own, right?" Just as I was about to step out the front door, I turned at the teacher's greeting behind me. The words struck me with such a strong sense of déjà vu that I unconsciously looked back. The teacher, however, misinterpreted my expression and gave me an apologetic look. It had only been a few months since I started living at the child welfare center after my grandmother, my only family, passed away. Yet, the arrangement of the furniture, the faces of the children living there, even the groove on the leg of the living room piano—all felt as
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