When I close my eyes, the silence screams at me. It screams memories that I try to embrace but always slip through my fingers. There’s a warm light in that silence, a soft breeze, a scent I can’t describe but burns in my chest as if it were everything I’m missing. I miss my home. I miss my mom. I came here with hands full of dreams, my heart beating faster than I could count. But with each sunrise, those dreams began to transform. They lost their colors and shapes until they became shadows. I kept running after them, trying to remember why they were so important. There are days when my mind betrays me. It reflects what I left behind: a voice that soothes, a laugh that heals, a hug that stops time. But when I open my eyes, it all fades away. And I’m here, in this place I once thought would be mine, but now feels so foreign. The nights are the hardest. I feel like a boat in the middle of an endless ocean. I hear echoes of words that used to give me strength, but now only make me more awa...