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It's been two years since I've seen my family. We were forced to leave our home due to the civil war raging in our country. My parents are always worried about me and my siblings' safety; they fear for us if we're left behind without their protection. The journey was long, but the thought of a better life ahead kept us going. We had to navigate through treacherous roads and hostile territories, often at night when it was safer.
The first few months were tough. We struggled with adjusting to our new home, struggling to speak the language fluently, and trying to find employment. My parents have been working multiple jobs just to make ends meet, leaving me to take care of my siblings on my own most days. The memories of our old home are etched in my mind; I remember playing with my siblings in the backyard until the sun went down. It's a bittersweet reminder of what we've lost.
I'm grateful for the new life we're building here but still feel homesick at times, especially during special holidays like this one. The excitement of celebrating New Year's Eve was tempered by the melancholy that came with thinking about those I miss dearly back home. Despite all the challenges we face, my family remains strong and supportive of each other.
How did you get so filthy?
