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Czech is beautiful, but I long to visit my roots once. I want to live where
                my  mother  spent  her  childhood,  know  who  she  was  connected  to,  how
                would she spend her weekends, the place where she attended school.

                   She was a singer, that’s all I know, with clarity and confidence, and so am
                I. It’s only when I compose my own music that I travel away from reality
                and feel that she is standing by my side, holding my hand, forever.

                   My  dad  never  stopped  me  from  following  my  passion  and  so  I  have
                found an excuse to forgive him for the mistakes I believe he committed in
                the past. We don’t connect that well, dad and I. My step-brother Alan and
                Dad are closer, I feel. More so because Alan’s mom is still with him, unlike
                mine.

                   I would write through the nights I felt the pain. That’s how I composed
                my  first  song  at  the  age  of  eight.  My  music  teacher  as  well  as  my
                classmates broke into tears when they heard it. It was deep, dark, and insane
                for an eight year old to write and sing with such intensity, they believed.
                That’s when and how my career as a singer began.

                   Irena, my step mother, is a new-age fashion influencer and helped me set
                up my YouTube channel. She isn’t really talented, but she married a wealthy
                guy, and fancy social media accounts are part of the assets you create if you

                have a lot of money. After all, rich people can afford to buy new clothes for
                every post that they make.
                   Having said that, she is a nice person at heart. I don’t really hold anything
                against her.

                   I’m not close to anyone at home. Not really. I’m close to my guitar. It’s
                because it always meets my expectations. People? They often fail to do so.
                Unfulfilled expectations lead to unfulfilled relationships.

                   ‘Hey! Alara,’ says my step-aunt Betty as I enter La Epicurean. ‘You’ve
                grown up to be a beautiful woman,’ she continues.
                   ‘Thank  you,’  I  respond.  I  don’t  talk  a  lot  when  it  comes  to  Irena’s
                siblings. They’re five women, full of gossip and unnecessary banter. Also,

                here in Czech, women outnumber men, so they’re on a constant lookout for
                a foreigner to settle down with. Betty is the youngest one and I heard her
                own siblings discuss her relationship with a guy from New York who is half
                her  age.  He  is  the  one  who  gave  her  the  name  Betty  too.  Living  the
                American Dream has fascinated the world since the 1960s.

                   ‘Which song are you performing tonight?’ she asks.
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