The moment those doors opened, and I walked in that house, my legs began to shake, and I lost all sense of reason. It was one thing to stand outside the house or even in the lawn but being inside was a different story. All of sudden I began to have flashes of my life in that house with my parents and the majority of them were good. I took my first steps in that place and my mother even made a chart for my growth.
Though my aunt had changed the house a bit with new decorations, it still felt the same. Then my eyes turned towards the steps. My aunt was saying something, but I couldn’t hear her, instead I started walking up the steps as if I were in some kind of trans. The last place I wanted to see was my bedroom, but I couldn’t stop myself from walking towards it.
With every step I took
