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Strolling through the forest I had once played in as a child, reminded me of how much I had changed. For so long I had stood in front of the mirror, demanding that I grow up and become an adult. Adults were independent, they had money, they didn’t have to go to school, and they had romantic relationships. What was the fun of being a kid? My siblings and I would chase each other around great trees like the one I had stumbled upon. The thick roots were buried deep into the ground. From bickering with my siblings everyday as children, we see each other once a year as adults. In the years to come, I would have never guessed as a child that family would slip through the branches and decaying leaves.

Ermisenda Alvarez

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