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ays make me feel at ease and like I belong. I pass by the charming shops and cafes that line the str

delightful aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries fills the air. Mrs. Jenkins

s your day at school?" she

ual," I reply, returning her smile as I gr

as a mechanic. His hands are covered in grease as he tinkers with an ol

asks, wiping his hands on a rag a

e," I reply, giving him a quick

n the outskirts of town. It may be small, but it's filled with

day making it big in the NBA but for now he works as a waiter in a five star restaurant, how cool is that, I

ol?" he asks, his eyes

rug, knowing that Jake's basketball

ossed in her coloring book. When she sees me, her face ligh

w was school?" s

her smile as I put down my bag. "Are

grabbing her backpack. We head to the bathroom together,

ange into a comfy pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt. I t

kiosk. Our parents are busy attending to the colorful fruits and

was school?" she asks, he

iving her a quick hug before h

ty. Laughter and conversations fill the air, and Lily happi

hat even though our lives may be simple, we have an abundance of love

is forehead with his sleeve. Despite the fatigue evident on his face, there'

the kiosk and start our journey back home. The streets are now quiet,

er plans and sharing anecdotes from their day at the kiosk. I listen with

uaint town. Along the way, we encounter familiar faces, neighbors an

greets us with a kind smile as we pass by her house. "Your parents trul

ds. Despite the obstacles we face, my parents work tirelessly to

over me, a comforting escape from the chaos of the outside worl

eal filling the air. My mother effortlessly moves around t

ense of appreciation for the simple pleasures of family and home. And as we settle down to eat. I know that no

desk lamp casts a cozy light over my makeshift study area. I settle into

utine of studying. Math problems, history readings, English essays, th

he teasing from my classmates, the hurtful words of Killian. Despite my efforts

me, especially when there's so much at stake. With a renewed determination, I throw myself into my

cil on paper and the occasional rustle of pages. But even the most dedicated student needs a bre

The weight of the day hangs heavily on my shoulders, but I refuse to let it drag me down. T

my room and the loud snore of my little sis. And as sleep takes over, a glimmer of hope shines through the darkn