One morning, my childhood bedroom was stripped bare, and with it, my sense of belonging vanished. As I confronted my mother about my missing toys, I realised the ache of loss was deeper than just misplaced objects—it was about the fragments of my past that were slipping away. This is the story of how I grappled with the feeling of never being able to finish, to hold onto what mattered, and how it shaped my life in ways I never expected.