We're leaving. For good. It seems that with every km I leave behind not only my home, but also a part of myself, a part of life that I have never fully understood and accepted.
Mom and Dad are in front, talking quietly to not wake my brother and sister, who are sleeping peacefully beside me. To them, this may just be a new adventure, a new page in their carefree lives. But for me, it's a new escape.
I try to calm my thoughts, but memories flash back like dark shadows: a schoolyard full of mocking and cruel stares, streets where every corner was threatening and unsettling, nights spent in fear and loneliness. And... ...my old home... where I was tortured and devalued. These places have left wounds in me that will ooze blood for a long time to come.
As philosophers say, all change is for the better, every new step is a step towards a new beginning. But as I look out at the scenery quickly whizzing by, I can't escape the feeling that we're not leaving for the better, but simply to be away from the worst of what I've experienced.
My parents, after learning about me, want to make a new life start for me. At first I didn't understand why we had to move, but then they told me that....
『It's all for you. For your new childhood』
Perhaps my parents really do want the best for me. However, deep down, I felt that I won't be able to be happy like the rest of my family. The old places is left behind, but I continue to drag it in my heart, in my thoughts.
Will the new town give me a new childhood? And will I be able to find a new meaning to my life there? Only time will tell.