Her Yellow Swimsuit

For almost two decades, Hyacinth has avoided the basement of her ancestral home like a plague. That blackened and quarantined place has brought prolonged nightmares, identity crisis and undefined confusion to Hyacinth. Until one day when she was left with no other choice but to revisit her past and reopen the old wounds that caused her psychotherapy sessions in her early adulthood. The minute she opened the door of the reclusive basement, she was welcomed with the dreaded sight of the antique closet. Shivering, she slowly opened the closet which was heavily etched with fresh cobwebs. She saw that familiar vintage yellow swimsuit which she first owned at 9. By instinct, she held the piece of clothing close to her bosom. Then she cried like she never did before. Tears just flowed down profusely...