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One of them, at least.

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Time

In my mind, my youngest sister is still 17. Our other sister is still 21 and I'm still 24. My mother did not age a day over 40 and my father is still 45. Nevermind that when you take into calculation the years we were born, and how far apart we're aged, the numbers don't make sense. This is just how I see them. In my mind, we're all stuck in a infinite time warp.

But then I watch my daughter grow, from being able to fit her whole body into my arms, to her being able to turn over on her own and babble nonsensical things at us when she wants something and I realise that time isn't stuck at all. It just fooled me into thinking that we're all younger than we really are. Because Hana is constantly growing, it shatters my illusions and brings me back to reality.

In reality, Hana is more than 6 months old. I'm almost 27, my youngest sister is going on 20, and the other one is turning 25. My mother will be 53 this year, and my father, 56.

Realising these things give me a jolt. And I guess a part of me wishes that time wouldn't go by so fast. That it really would just stop for a while and let me enjoy the precious moments.

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