I swallowed hard as I stood in front of the small house I grew up on. It still looks the same, although it seems like no one is staying here anymore.
I pushed the door open and saw a mess inside the house. My whole system immediately went into a panic. The wooden couch was flipped upside down and so as our dining table. The cabinets are down and the plates are broken on the floor.
It looks as if a tornado passed inside the house.
I quickly ran to my parents’ room but it was the same scenario. The clothes are all on the floor. The frame of the only photo of my parents on the wall is now down on the floor.
I swallowed hard.
“Mom,” I called in a trembling voice. I feel so helpless and hopeless with every step I make. My heart felt like dying as I called out her name. Severe anxiety ru
