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How many people have been transported through time  to a place of happiness and love, to then be jolted back to the present leaving you sad and desolate?

As the taxi stops I am suddenly catapulted back to the present. Here I am in front of the house I was born many years ago; or was it only yesterday? Time is the only thing that we cannot control, and it has the ability to seem eternal, or move with the speed of light, depending on its mood.

I look up at the old building focusing on the windows on the third floor. As, if in a dream I see my grandmother looking out and waving at me. On her lips is the tender smile I so distinctly remember; I can even hear the words she always called out ‘Come quickly, I have just taken out the biscuits from the oven’. How well she knows me and my love of hot homemade biscuts

I jump out of the taxi anxious to run upstairs to the warmth of the house, the embrace of the woman who always makes  me feel loved and special. But as I am placing my feet on the pavement ‘time’ takes control once again and brings me back to the present. There is no one at the window, it is closed tightly grandmother is no longer there, the house is empty. With a heavy heart I pay the driver………………………