Chapter Twenty Nine
I am beginning to think that time is an illusion. The clock can tick hour by hour. The sun can melt into a sunset to provide us the beauty of the moon. And the subways can hurry their daily routes. But the fact still remains, all of it can feel like it happens in an instant; a blink of an eye if you will. That's how the last five months felt. One moment, I was trapped in my worst nightmare, feeling as if the world was crumbling into itself. I blinked, and suddenly I was standing in a room chalk full of relatives and family friends. Among these people were strangers I had never heard of before tonight. But that could easily be dismissed by the fact that I hadn't spoken to any of them the last few months. I watched solemnly as my father raised his glass into the air. His eyes briefly passin
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