The cold wind blows against my face, but it doesn't wake me up. My body is here, standing in the middle of this piece of land that once was my world, but my mind is far away. Very far.

  The farm feels smaller than I remembered. The silence between the trees suffocates me more than it calms me. The smell of wet earth, which once was the scent of my childhood, now brings a bitter taste to my throat.

  Reality imposes itself on me like an impossible wall to climb.

  There's nothing I can do.

  My grandmother is old. Her health was never strong. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, we don't have the means to survive. The city might have been hell for me, but here... here is a bottomless pit with no way out.

  And the worst part is that this doesn't depend only on me. My aunts have already decided. They won’t let us stay. The fate has already been written.

  And for the first time, even with this curse running through my veins, even though I've gone back in time... I accept it.

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  In my past life, I resisted until the very last second. I hated the city. I hated every step that took me farther from this place. I sank. I drowned in a silent despair, in a suffocating depression, which ripped away any trace of hope.

  But now...

  Now I understand.

  The past isn't a chain that holds me. It's a road I’ve already walked, but one I can cross differently.

  I don’t have to repeat the same mistakes.

  I don’t have to lose myself again.

  The wind blows again, but this time, I breathe deeply. I allow myself to feel the smell of the earth, but without pain.

  The farm is part of my history, but it is not my end.

  And if my grandmother and I have to leave here...

  Then so be it.

  And so it was.

  The farm that held every shadow of my childhood became just a memory. A signed piece of paper, a trade of money, an inevitable decision.

  My grandmother sold everything. The land went to my grandfather’s brother, a man I barely knew. Someone who didn’t carry the weight of our history, only the desire to possess it.

  She also sold her Biz. The bike that once took us to the city, roaring in the silence of the dirt road like a mechanical ghost, now belonged to someone else.

  And the house... the house is gone.

  The boards that supported our days, the rooms that heard our whispers, our cries, our silent prayers... now they were just an empty space waiting for new inhabitants.

  But it wasn’t the walls that hurt me the most.

  It was the truth.

  My aunts never liked my grandmother.

  They tolerated her. They feared my grandfather. And now that he was no longer here, all that was left was a power game we never had a chance to win.

  That was it.

  The end of a cycle. The end of an era.

  But what about my friends?

  I’m not worried. They still exist. They’re not part of this farewell. I’ll see them again in high school.

  I’m still in the 8th grade. Four months left until 9th.

  The future is already set.

  And when I reach the 1st year of high school...

  Then I’ll see the people who truly matter.