I have packed all my stuff, taking a look around in the room for one last time, everything has been removed my pictures and paintings. This was my room, my peace when ever mom scolded me or played with dad whenever he came back home from his business trips. Everything in this room means so much to my heart, but I have to go now.
Life isn't so precious until something big happens and changes everything, takes away that everything .
It was only a month ago when my mom and dad died in an accident, it was the most breakable time in my life. I was shattered to pieces, I still remember everything like it was yesterday, wounds still fresh that had yet to heal.
With no legal guardian left I was in child care, although I'm 15 but still not legal. They looked if there is any far distance relative of mine, luckily they found my aunt Anita (Mom's Friend) at first I was surprised because I thought she lived in NYC still. I don't even remember what she looked like. Mom told me she helped me alot since we're close in age.
I took a deep breath this house which I called home, where I've spent fifteen years of my life at is now no longer my home, my mom was a government worker. So this house belongs to the government which means I don't claim property over it.
I picked up my luggage and went down stairs. Taking one last glance around the house, if only that didn't happen, I would have mom and dad right by me. If only I didn't panic that much that night. It's all my fault they're dead because of my foolishness.
Flashback 1 Month Ago
