Daunting steps

My world shifted that day,

I felt alone.

My position irrevocably changed.

Before my memory, all I remember were feelings.

Feelings of protection, comfort and attention.

My mother was missing that morning,

my father dressed me up and left me at a building.

My first step of evolving.

Where are you going dad?

I saw my great aunt there, among the sea of unknown faces.

Her smile seemingly saccharine while I, horrified.

Shrieks, miniature hands,

play acting calm voices -You're not my mother!

I saw a kaleidoscope of colours

through my tear bubbles,

always full to the brim.

Where was I?

I was at pre-school.