Rilda loved being at home. Even more specially since her days were spent far from home. She found her settled and she came to home only in weekends. Everyday she waited for the time to go home. " Yet, I love being here" she would say to unravel her interest in the freedom she got outside home. But things weren't the same. She was losing interest on what she loved. She switched over to staying a longer time away home. She was immersed in thoughts that never found a space in her mind. When home welcomed her, she identified herself unbelonged and distant to her family. " Maybe I got different. I got used to take care things on my own" she pondered. No. That wasn't the case. She wasn't getting things she often received at home. What might the things be? Money or freedom or love? Keep waiting until tomorrow.
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Tomorrow!
FantasyNow that I am addicted to series, I couldn't resist letting go this fav quote of mine from RiverDale :"Tomorrow when we wake up, yet again, the world will be changed." Yes. Tomorrow is never the same. The thoughts we water, the feeling we hold, the...
