I make my way up the stairs and push the door open.
Familiarity comes to me. A sense of belonging I feel..
The bed with the blue mattress on it, the pink curtains.. The colours have now faded away, but I recognize them.
A picture hangs on the wall.
A girl in her teens with a boy besides her. He is holding her tight.
The girl is me.
The boy is the person for whom I had left my family when I was eighteen.
I returned back only today, after I heard that my mother was in the hospital.
I left my mother when she needed me.
And, the boy I loved, left me.
My mother was always there for me, but I... I was never there for her!
I sit on my bed and watch the night sky.. And before long, I fall asleep holding my mother's diary in my arms, letting my tears wipe the dust from it..
(Final part..To be cont..) :)