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Today I woke up from a dream. I dreamt I was 8, waiting for my mum to return home from work at 7pm. Occasionally she would bring bags of goodies home which would inevitably put a smile to my face. I would eat in front of the TV while waiting for her to return - my grandma's home cooked dinner - I can still taste the simple cai xin and steamed pomfret she used to cook, with fragrant rice steamed to perfection. So simple, yet so satisfying. I remember the colour of the sky then. Dusky blue, with occasional streaks of dark clouds, tinged with spots of burning orange from the setting sun, which time to time was a sight to behold from my balcony

Have you ever said I love you so many times, but never ever meant any one of them? Have you ever replied 'yes' to the question 'do you miss me?' without even thinking about it? Because you never truly meant it? Have you ever dreamt about clear blue skies, endless green fields with grazing livestock, meandering rivers, cold gusts of wind in your face, the crashing waves, and fine dining in the open at 15 degrees celsius, only to wake up every morning knowing they will never be realised? Have you ever recalled once when you lived in a high rise building, overlooking the mighty land, with the wind in your face, when you once felt so free? Kno