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I grew up in a town with outdoors.

There's a reason we didn't have them.

Written by Satterdad.

I don't remember much from my childhood. I lived in a small town south of Krakow with my mom,

dad, and two sisters. Those early days are a blur, but I remember going door to door around the neighborhood, asking for treats during the Dazinky Harvest Festival.

It was a tradition of ours since we knew the neighbors always bought too much candy.

We would gather leftovers and make a feast of our own.

At every door you were greeted with a cheeky smile as the neighbors lovingly cussed out the scoundrel children of the Dabrowski home. Of course, happy

memories are happy for a reason, because things get worse and you get something to compare

them to. My parents separated.

My mother moved to Warsaw, where we could be closer to my grandparents and uncles.

Meanwhile, my father, Jaramere, did his best to stay in our lives, but it got harder and harder.

He needed to work longer and longer hours, but he still sent us money every month.

He wanted us to have a beautiful life, even if he couldn't be there for it.

With every passing year, those visits grew further and further away.

First, we lost Easter, and then Christmas, and then the birthdays,

and finally our yearly Daznki Festival meetup.

And last that we heard of him, he was barely making ends meet.

He wasn't sending money anymore, and over time he disappeared into memory.

My mother remarried and my sisters graduated. My older sister moved to

Luplana while my younger went to Munich. My mother stayed in Warsaw with her new husband,

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