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Everything is so warm: the sun, the hugs, and the laughter that I've been living with every day. I love how everyone seems to love me so effortlessly, and how my smile affects others.

I remember the first time I went on a trip to the beach. The smell of saltwater, the sound of waves, and the reflection of colorful seashells on the sand. I built sandcastles, floated in the water, and played as happily as a child can play.

I remember staying up late at night playing with Legos with Grandma:

"Cathiey, darling, when are you going to sleep?" she asked as we played on the floor in front of her bedroom door.

"Three!" my little innocent self said.

"But it's already past three in the morning," she said gently as she caressed my head.

I remember going out with Dad to who knows where. We were riding the motorcycle up the flyover;

"Hold tight, darling, or else we'll fall," he said teasingly to scare me. Funny enough, we did fall... so hard. My eyes became blurry as he shouted my name, and my head felt wet and warm.

I remember when Dad took me out to see a woman who wasn't Mom. We went to the mall and dined together at a restaurant;

"Darling, can you imagine if you lived with a stepmom?" What a weird question to ask a three-year-old.

"No, Mom says stepmothers will cook frog eggs for me. I don't want to stay with a stepmom," innocent little me said as I ate the warm omelet. It was so warm.

But Mom? Why can't I remember Mom? Oh yes, she was always working but... Now, why can't I remember Dad too? Why does Dad need to be so far away from me? I cried and cried as warm tears ran down my cheeks, screaming at the top of my lungs. My head feels fuzzy, I can't remember anything anymore. I don't want to remember anymore. It's so cold.