“It’s going to be home for you soon”, said the father to her 3-year old.
“No..I want to go home now”, she said as well as the welcoming echoes.
19 years later, she could only scream “No.. I don’t want to leave” and the echoes took her to a different time and space while nostalgia was at work tearing her apart.
She could only muse, “When your voice echoes, it’s either the beginning or the end”