Family Bonds.. (Part 1)

The lock refuses to open. I turn the key a several times, and then the heavy iron lock finally opens..

On pushing open the door, the smell of dust fills me up. I cough, and make my way through, getting rid of the cobwebs that were sticking to me.
I keep my bags in the corner of the living room, and go about scanning the other rooms. The wooden floors creek as I walk on them, and it feels like they may break any moment.
The entire place is covered with dust and the stench of the dampness does not go away even after I spray the entire bottle of the room perfume!
I tie my hair back, pick up a cloth, and start dusting the furniture's. The dust particles fly, as I lift the white cloth off the chairs and tables.
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While cleaning this old house, in which nobody has lived for years, old memories make their way to me.
I find old pictures..some of me, and some of others. My parents when they wee young, me as a kid, me with my grandparents.. Old diaries, filled with feelings, and walls with scribblings on them. Scribblings done on them by me when I was a child.
Sitting down, I scan through the things.
I wipe the dust off the pictures and look at them, trying to recollect each of them..bringing myself to the days I had left behind.
And as I flip through the pages of my mother's diary, I realized the pain she felt. And how shattered she was, when I left home, and how she had stopped living after my father's death.

I hold the diary close to my heart, and cry..
I blame myself for my mother being in the hospital.
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(to be cont..)
(Picture courtesy: Google)

I can't seem to get a suitable title though :(