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- Hey son, it's time for dinner.

My mother's voice softly called my name, how long has it been since I heard her voice? Five years, ten years, or has twenty years passed since that event? I don't remember clearly either. Stepping out of bed, still the same scene, the same kitchen, the familiar dishes cooked by my mother every day, the aroma of braised meat, sautéed spinach with garlic, and sour bamboo shoots soup, gently drifting through the door of my room which my mother opened.

Stepping down to have dinner with my father and mother, my eyes suddenly sting, I haven't seen my mother for a long time, she still looks the same, still that kind face, smiling smile, mother's short hair, her dark eyes fluttered gently looking at me, her hands were not cleaned yet, still had some oil on them. Everything as a dream to me, the dream of every child who has not grown up has to grow up.

That's right, I'm just dreaming. A dream that I've dreamed over and over again, just to see my mother one more time.

Open my eyes, I was still lying on the bed.

The weather is so bad today, even though the heater is on at full capacity, the wind still blowing into the house, this cold winter at the equator, I still can't get used to it. Lazily going down the door, I shoveled the snow out of the house. My living room is now covered with snow, it's like someone grinded shaved ice with a giant blender, with a little more syrup, my house could be a giant glass of shaved ice.

- What Im doing, it will overflow again anyway. I wondered.

Better to find another house. I sighed as I thought to myself. Opening the crumpled map, I put a big red X over the location where I was.

- Not here either.

Up to my room, I packed my things in my backpack. Where am I going, what am I looking for ? I dont know. All I know is that after that time, I had to go to many places, to find what I wanted to find.

I'll findit, when I feel it.