historymaker-inprocessofmoving:

When I wake up in the morning, a pure white curtain of lace is rustling in the breeze. The cuckoo clock in the room says it’s seven o’clock, and Mom’s voice says: “You’ll be late if you don’t get up!”  I’m still half-asleep, and I think: “Please let me sleep for three more minutes.” I’m late for school every single day, like clockwork. My teacher makes me stand out in the hallway, and I get failing grades on my tests. 

The crepes we’d all eat on the way home. We’d gaze dreamily at a party dress in a store window.  The little things bring so much joy and I’m happy. 

I wish I could go back to that kind of normal life. I want to go back.