My Childhood Home Lays Deserted

And a chunk of my soul is infusing these walls.

Photo by Hadassah Carlson on Unsplash

When I was a kid, I remember sitting at the dinner table one Friday afternoon and seeing a long orange tail wiggling in front of me from the other side of it. So, naturally, like any curious kid, I asked my mom, who was busy frying crispy Schnitzels, “mom, what’s that?” And I pointed at it.

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