I can't help it, I always wander into a different universe, the one where you grew up happy.

The one where you ran home excitedly because you couldn't wait to see the happy face of your mother as she stirred the meal she was cooking.

The one where your parents were your safe space and your comfort zone.

The one where your parents continuously pushed you to become the best version of yourself.

The one where you weren't a hedonist and on whim hugged your mother because you loved her so much.

The one where you didn't get to marry him because you knew your worth and knew he wasn't the man for you.

The one where you got to...