She stood there and reminisced about home.
She thought of all the wonderful childhood memories associated to that big white house. She thought of running down the stairs every morning when she smelled the waffles in the kitchen. She thought of her mother laughing when her tiny frame knocked into her. She thought of her dad half-heartedly trying to berate her for running on the staircase with a small smile on his face.
She thought of the little swing on the porch. She thought of Auntie El telling her stories about her mom, sitting on that old swing.
She thought of the pillar in the living room where daddy marked her height every year. She thought of her prom day when daddy almost cried taking a picture with her next to that pillar.
She thought of the day she packed up her room. She thought of how strange the walls looked without ratty pictures from school stuck to them.
She thought of the first time she came back home. She thought of how it had felt.
"Miss, do you wish to keep the house?", the lawyer asked impatiently.
....Did it feel that way now?
"No", her voice faltered while speaking.
Home was gone, so were her parents. Only memories remained. Now tear-strained memories.
She walked down the staircase of her parent's house- her childhood home- for the last time but not before taking it in again once more.
Another look to her parent's abandoned room. Another look to the kitchen.
One last time, she ran down the stairs with tears in her eyes but a small smile on her lips as she looked another time at the table where her father would have sat.
She thought of all the wonderful childhood memories associated to that big white house. She thought of running down the stairs every morning when she smelled the waffles in the kitchen. She thought of her mother laughing when her tiny frame knocked into her. She thought of her dad half-heartedly trying to berate her for running on the staircase with a small smile on his face.
She thought of the little swing on the porch. She thought of Auntie El telling her stories about her mom, sitting on that old swing.
She thought of the pillar in the living room where daddy marked her height every year. She thought of her prom day when daddy almost cried taking a picture with her next to that pillar.
She thought of the day she packed up her room. She thought of how strange the walls looked without ratty pictures from school stuck to them.
She thought of the first time she came back home. She thought of how it had felt.
"Miss, do you wish to keep the house?", the lawyer asked impatiently.....Did it feel that way now?
"No", her voice faltered while speaking.
Home was gone, so were her parents. Only memories remained. Now tear-strained memories.
She walked down the staircase of her parent's house- her childhood home- for the last time but not before taking it in again once more.
Another look to her parent's abandoned room. Another look to the kitchen.
One last time, she ran down the stairs with tears in her eyes but a small smile on her lips as she looked another time at the table where her father would have sat.
Love the title! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Muskan :)
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