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Where Am I

The narrator finds themselves trapped in a small glass house with no doors, furniture, or other features. They seem to be alone with no knowledge of how they got there or where "there" is. The narrator misses their previous home and family. They have dreams of becoming a musician someday but fear those dreams cannot be achieved given their confinement to this empty glass house with no way in or out. The narrator realizes they are actually a 3-month old fetus in the womb with no chance of surviving and must accept this glass container as their permanent home.

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Where Am I

The narrator finds themselves trapped in a small glass house with no doors, furniture, or other features. They seem to be alone with no knowledge of how they got there or where "there" is. The narrator misses their previous home and family. They have dreams of becoming a musician someday but fear those dreams cannot be achieved given their confinement to this empty glass house with no way in or out. The narrator realizes they are actually a 3-month old fetus in the womb with no chance of surviving and must accept this glass container as their permanent home.

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WHERE AM I?

I am here in this place where I don't know its name. The only thing I knew for now is that
I live in this small house made of glass. But I am not a prince nor do I live in a modernized
castle. In fact, this house is not the perfect one as everybody has. Aside from the fact that it’s
small, I also considered it as a strange thing because there is no family living in here, but just me.
The same thing is, it has no door, no bedroom, no receiving area, no bathroom, no dining room,
just a single room and I'm always at the center of it. And worst, this new house I have right now
doesn't own even a tiny spark of light, a bit supply of air, and even a small property of furniture
or toys that I could use or play with. In short, this place is so dark, so suffocating, and so bare.
There is nothing interesting to be found here. I wish I could go back to my previous life. I wish I
could find my way back home. But I couldn't. I don't know where I am. I don't even have an idea
of what is this place called, so how could I? I badly missed my house I used to live before. I still
remember its color. That was a combination of red and pink. There was also a little shade of
yellow, white, and purple. Inside that house, I could eat some delicious food, hear those relaxing
music and feel the comfort of my whole family, especially my mother. In short, those days were
the happiest memories of mine until such time that I had accidentally swallowed a medicine that
was not suitable for my age. Then at the blink of an eye, I'm right here at this new place like I
didn't know what other things happened before. I feel so regretful. If I didn't take that medicine
for fun, I would not surely be here and this would not surely be the kind of life I'm going to live
by. But I know I need to suffer the consequences of my medication. I need to survive for my
own.

Now I'm 3 but with this young age, I do have an ultimate dream for myself. I dream to be
a musician someday and perform live on the stage with so many crowd cheering and whistling
for me. But before I could reach that fame, I want to work hard so that I could have money for
my schooling. I want to be a specialist in music. In this course, I will try my best to achieve
excellence and graduate with academic distinction. Then I will join many singing contests and
auditions. And if I gained a lot of money and success, I will find my true family and I will help
them including those who are in need. But I think these dreams would be very impossible
because like what I've said, this house where I live has no door and don't even have a single hole
to fit my small body so I could finally move out. That is why it hinders me to feel the morning
breeze and taste the tiny drops of the rain that will help me breathe normally and quench this
thirsty throat that was dried up for almost one week and a half. Now, I'm scared to survive from
this unknown planet. And if I would be given that chance to continue this life, I know for sure
that that would be so little and crucial.
This time, I feel like I am at a dangerous point. I feel that my life is going to be critical. I
just pray that there will be lightning that will explode this house so that I could be free and could
do all my ambitions in life. I also pray that there will be a new family who will see me, feed me,
dress me, and love me. But the same with my dreams in life, I know all of these will not going to
happen. And knowing that I'm just an immature, 3-month old fetus, I really don't have any
chance to live. I don't have space in this world. So now, I will just accept that this is my fate and
my home would forever be this bottle that is not supposed to be seen nor be uncapped.

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