Beneath the scars

Chapter 24

As the months passed by I realise that happiness is what you make of things not what others say or do to stop you can be the reason for your own happiness. I will look around me seeing the happy faces of my loved ones standing beside me as I take my certificate and we blew the candle of the cake. I can't believe we've survived 6 years together. Even after Jessica completed school we still continued our friendship and make time for each other. I saw Jessica run to me as she and tangled me in a hug to stop this is my family. A family made up of people who care for me. Get ready mum I'm coming back home tonight.
Upon arriving at the airport I picked a taxi. A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves on the maple tree. Sunlight gently bathed the houses around in a warm light. Birds flying to and fro chattered to one another. The taxi parked near the garage . I opened the door with the spare keys I had and took a deep breath. I had arrived. Nothing seem to have changed . The rickety old basketball hoop seems to guard the driveway proudly even though it had  long lost it's net. As I walked slowly down the side way I caught a glimpse of the backyard. This was where dad used to plant all his crops . Memories overwhelmed me as I lowered myself into the grass by the hole. The once green field was now overrun with weeds and dirt. I remember a time where it was overflowing with vibrant produce . Tomatoes, beans , onions and cucumbers most importantly, though ,were  the blueberries. I remember running out on hot days to steal some of those. Rising from the ground I dusted off my jeans before continuing past the garden . I passed where the metal swing used to stand long gone at this point. I remember swinging myself. Turning in a circle I took in all my surroundings. I finally dragged my suitcase inside the house.  Flipping the light on . I was greeted by silence. Walking further I saw pictures we took with dad before his departure. The familiar scent assaulted me as I struggled to hold back my tears of Joy and sadness . My joy at being back home and my sadness at missing my beloved deceased father. Memories crowd my mind as I wandered down the hallway. A voice brought me out from my million thoughts as I went to hug that person I had missed the most , my adopted mum. And back home mum and I'm never going to leave again.