New Year (1)

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I sat at the dining table and looked out the window.

Sunlight filtered in through the glass doors to the balcony.

It felt different from the usual sunlight. Perhaps because it marked the first day of the new year.

It made me a little sentimental.

“……”

I was really going to be a senior in high school this year.

Senior year. It was a strangely depressing phrase.

“Phew.”

Just as I was letting out a sigh...