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My fingertips danced over the cold silver, automatically clutching three knives, two big forks and one small. I realized I had been using a small fork for dinner at my parent’s house since I was a teenager. It symbolized my adolescence, and I was still drawn to it. Entering my parent’s house, I instantly became a teenager again and the toxicity of my youth overpowered me all over again. I put down the third fork and picked up one more, larger one. I was an adult now.