Mama, papa, why did you have me away, far from the laughter of tangled summers, the whispers of sweet nights? In fields of dreams, I search for faces that painted my skies, wondering why the stars felt closer when I was just a thought, dancing in your hearts. Do you see me, a shadow of your choice, a flicker of the future you tried to carve? Yet here I stand, a question unasked, waiting for the glow of your answers.