°•Destiny•° | KTH

Chapter -4

A/N:

You'll know later why I put this photo as a cover. I am still laughing at my choice. 

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Bora's POV

The taxi reached the destination, my home. And I was just sitting there in the cab, just not ready for the life ahead. The life I didn't choose.

The driver snapped me out of my thoughts,

"Ma'am, we have reached."

"Huh? Oh. Okay." I paid him while he let out the bags from the hutchback.

I was standing in front of my hone, struggling to pick my bags, which seemed to be too much heavy and exceeding the permissible number for a single person.

But I guess shifting to another country, living there for 3 years and then shifting back to your home country should suffice the explanation for many bags.

I proceeded towards the gate and pressed the doorbell. The bell rang with a sound which seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, like a long-lost friend. 

My mom came to open the door immediately.

She must be waiting for me.

She helped me with the bags while I entered the living room. Suddenly a weird feeling crept into my heart.

I guess when you come back to your home after 3 years, it's normal. I guess.

Leaving your parents, your city, your country is difficult. The initial months are a torture while you try to adjust to the completely new environment and culture with your parents and friends, not by your side. You start being independent but homesickness keeps making an appearance every now and then.

Within no time, you start to feel being a part of the new place, though you still get sad at every mention of your home country. But you start to love your new place.

But when you come to your home place again after years, it is a weird feeling. Like a friend you loved dearly but you broke contact with. Initially, it hurt you but then you both moved on. Seeing your city after 3 years makes you realize that everybody moves on. Everyone takes their own time, but eventually, they move on. And it is completely fine to move on. I guess.

I think I was too lost in my thoughts that mom almost shouted my name.

"Bora-ah"

"Huh? Uh Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Go wash up, while I prepare the dinner for you. Okay?

"Yeah, okay."

I went up to my room and I was surprised to see it the same way I had left, without any dust.

I think my Mom realized that I would be lost again in my thoughts watching my room, so she called again from downstairs,

"Bora-ah, don't take too much time. The food will get cold"

"Okay Mom"

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I sat at the dining table, which was full of my favorite dishes. I could feel elephants jumping around my stomach just at looking at my favorite dishes, cooked by Mom.

Mom was definitely smiling looking at my surprised expression.

"Mom, you didn't have to cook everything today, I am here to stay now"

"Ahh, It's nothing. You have eaten that western food for 3 years now, enjoy the home food as much as you can"

"You know they have Korean restaurants there too"