Fiona
Two days later...
I stood in the middle of my old room and flashbacks pushed through my mind. I was now a young girl, standing between a blue dresser and a maroon chest of drawers while John, my brother, was yelling at me for ruining his toy car.
My heart ached, remembering how much I loved this room.
Unpacking my things, I could feel the memories of joy and humor coming back to me. I took out the old posters that hung on the wall, now yellowed and faded due to time. I ran my fingers over my favorite books, which had sat in a corner for so long.
I looked at the framed photo of John and me on our family vacation to a river when we were both eight years old. We weren't rich, so my mom couldn't take us anywhere fancy, but it was one of my favorite vacations. Tears filled my eyes as
