CARLA
I open my eyes slowly and the white ceiling welcomes me. I stare at it for a good while and then move my eyes to the room. My eyes widen, wait this...this is my room back home where I used to sleep when I was still a child.
It's hot... Extremely hot!
Someone opens the door and I see my dad entering and when he notices that I'm awake, he smiles.
“Oh dear, why are you still awake?” he asks. What's going on? Am I dreaming?
No, this feels too real to be a dream. Sadness overwhelms me as he approaches me and sits at the edge of my bed. I push the blanket away and I draw closer to him.
“Dad, I missed you!” I say and hug him and I'm shocked to notice that my voice is high and squeaky. I look at the mirror and my eyes widen even more as I realize that I am a seven-year old child.
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