|Cassandra|
"What important thing did you left here that you really need to go back and take it?" grandmother asked as she looked at the house that I once called home with disgust expression. Her eyes were narrowing, her brows were almost making a line as she scanned the entire area.
I just shook my head in disbelief. She really is the kind of person who don't mask her words with compliments. Her words stings. And sometimes, I don't even know if I would be thankful of her sharp tongue or not.
I continued walking toward the house. And every step I was taking, I could not help but look around and savor the place.
The grasses were already tall and some foreign shrubs are now growing on my small garden here at the frontyard. It shows that for the past month, no one had set foot in here a
