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Remember being a kid? Loud and free, without a care of the world, yet wishing to learn every bit about it. That feeling that whatever you did, there weren't any rights or wrongs, and you could try again the next day, no worries. Those moments where you got yourself a new best friend over the swings and said goodbye after a long day of playing, unaware it would be the last time you would ever see each other again. Those were the days Inés missed the most. Sometimes she wishes she was a kid again to feel the freedom that came with the opportunity to be a new person every day, and to view life in that beautiful perspective she once had.
Sometimes, she wishes to go back in time, wondering if she could change anything. That night still impregnated in her dreams. She knows she can't, so she settles in the present again, pretending to forget and move on.
Sometimes, her mind wanders around and instead of the nightmares she finds light, like on those vacations when her sister would yell for Inés to come and have dinner, but she was too busy playing with the girl in the playroom. The one with the long hair and a funny way of speaking. Something Inés had only heard in certain movies on the TV before.
"Come here!" Lydia had exclaimed peeking through the playroom doorframe, finding the two kids playing pretend. The woman wished she'd been quieter then, finding the scene rather charming. Inés stood tall, feet planted on the sofa with her hand stretched out to the other girl, who pretended to be on the verge of fainting.
