Mum had work that day, which meant I was left in the house by myself.
She said she would be home once she had finished work and quickly went into town to fetch something.
I perched myself on the rough roots of the oversized oak tree in our small garden;
Pen and sketchbook at hand.
I turned out that I had been drawing all day.
It was probably the shortest day I'd had for a long time.
Time flew by.
Mum should've been home any minute then.
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Pistanthrophobia
Romance(n.) fear of trusting others --- (Almost like a letter/diary) 'You helped me get over them, you saved me. Thank you,' When a horrible event occurred in the girl's life, everything changed. She couldn't even look her mother in the eye. That was all u...
