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It’s 8 a.m… and we’re already late for the airport. Mum is calm… like everything is under control. Dad is quiet… serious like always. But me? I’m just there… staring at my breakfast, forcing myself to eat. Because deep down… I know this isn’t just a normal morning. We’re leaving everything b…

It’s 8 a.m… and we’re already late for the airport. Mum is calm… like everything is under control. Dad is quiet… serious like always. But me? I’m just there… staring at my breakfast, forcing myself to eat. Because deep down… I know this isn’t just a normal morning. We’re leaving everything behind. I ran to my room… trying to finish packing. Clothes everywhere… my suitcase refusing to close. But honestly? I wasn’t just struggling with my luggage… I was struggling with leaving. Then I