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Day 3//
Streaks of light fill my vision as I warp out of the system. I sit there for a few minutes, watching the light show as my thoughts turn to home.

I grew up on a farm in one of the outer colonies. Our planet was called Obraxis, a lush planet covered in fertile fields. Almost the whole planet was a farming community. We had a small family of just Mom, Dad, and me. Dad was always somewhat distant, but I always knew he cared about us. Mom was a tough woman, strong-willed and sharp-minded.

I worked on our farm since I was six, helping manage the large automated harvesters that wandered grain fields. My mother taught me to work with machinery, while my dad always preferred old-fashioned hands-on work with the animals. I worked with them there till the age of 30. Farm life would never be enough for me, I wanted to do something new, something incredible. Dad was pissed when I decided to join the Obraxis Space Administration, but my mom loved the idea of her boy going from star to star. Eventually, she convinced him and I went into training.

The training was brutal. I’ve been told that our space program had more requirements than our military, honestly, I believe it. I was eventually assigned to the Second Exploratory Wing. When it came time to say goodbye to my lifelong home, I said goodbye to Mom, but Dad didn’t show. Honestly, I don’t blame him. I was leaving behind everything I had ever known, including my family. He was losing his son, who wouldn’t be torn apart? I remember giving Mom that last hug goodbye. The tears in her eyes. Tears of pride, tears of fear, tears of hope for my future. I hope they’re still out there, tending their fields and watching the stars, hoping their son is out there looking back. I hope Dad forgave me…
That was three years ago now, and as I look at the stars streaking by I dream of home, knowing it's dreaming of me.
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