I walked up the stairs. The house I spent my childhood hasn't changed. Everything is in place, the last I remember. The marble foor, teakwood doors, the paintings hung on the walls of every hallway. Everything is the same. I was soo stupid. Stupid that I left my father when he's in pain, alone. Mom is right, I shouldn't take him wrong just because she cried. Mom tried to send me away for a while untill the issue in home would settle down. She knew that dad would know if she sent me somewhere else. She was frightened that my mind would completely be disturbed if I stay at home listening to my mother and father fight every night. She took a hasty decision.
I pushed the doors of the lounge room on the first floor to find a few people waiting for me. All heads turned to me as I did. The entir
