Exiled

"You are a disgrace of a daughter. Is this what we sent you to university to fool around?" dad said, getting angry. My brother, who sat next to him, also glared at me. "Go and pack up Mainoor!" he said. Sitting forward. I looked at mum and sister, who both didn't bother saying anything. I felt my tears tremble, but I held them back. Without another word, I got up, picking up my bag. My room was stripped down; the bedsheets were no longer on the pillow or duvet. They lay folded near the foot of the bed. My purple suitcase was on the floor, with all my clothes folded and packed. On the bed was a red hand-carry again with some of my stuff. I put down my bag and opened my wardrobe; hardly anything was in it. Just my three bags that sat at the bottom. The other side of my wardrobe, where I had kept my creams, makeup, and extras, was again hollow. The things I could still see in the wardrobe were the books I had brought in high school and the paper butterflies I had created stuffed in the corner. I looked at the wall where I had stuck them as if the butterflies had taken flight. Now they lay stuffed in the dark corner. My head felt heavy, and I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking in fear. "What had I done that was so bad. What did he mean by that?