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'Mom…' I felt my heart clenching at the thought of seeing my mother after so many years.
I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness that couldn't be described. I dreamed of this moment since I was eight years old and blood rushed through my veins. It was no different for my elder sisters as well, The last memory I had was hugging them goodbye while all of us cried our eyes out.
'This is it….' I came to a stop just in front of a decent sized cottage that I instantly recognized.
It had two floors and was surrounded by neatly planted flowers and a small fence for decoration. Compared to the mansion I had come from the cottage was shabby at best but to me it looked perfect, Everything from the small cracks on the porch all the way to the leafs that hadn't been raked up yet.
'….' I always prided myself on being someone who knew how to stay calm.
Yet right now my entire body was riddled with nervousness as if my blood had turned icy cold. I climbed the stairs and stepped onto the porch while lifting my heavy suitcase behind me, I paused for a second staring in silence before I finally clenched my right hand into a fist and reached up knocking on the wooden door.
Knock
Knock
Knock
I tapped my foot while waiting anxiously but the door remained closed even after a minute had passed. I raised my hand once more and knocked yet nothing changed making me frown. I moved over toward the window to the side and cupped my hand around my eyes to peak inside, Unfortunately I was blocked by the closed curtains.
'Is no one home?' I clicked my tongue but guess I couldn't be too surprised since it was the middle of the day.
'Should I just wait?' I glanced out toward the street as I tried to decide what to do.
'Maybe…' I narrow my eyes before reaching up and grabbing the door knob and giving it a slight twist.
"Ah…" A small exclamation left my lips as the knob fully turned and the door cracked open silently.
"She still never locks the door" I smiled remembering how my mother used to say it was pointless.
She claimed it was a small town and that theft didn't happen like it did in the big cities. She wasn't technically wrong but I couldn't help but feel slightly worried about a house full of women not locking the front door, Of course I knew that was just me overthinking things but I felt I should bring it up at a later time.
"Hello?" I spoke out cautiously as I pushed the door open and I was greeted to the view on the inside.
I saw a familiar living room that matched my memories with the only difference being that the furniture seemed newer. I could see the same brick fire place that we used to roast marshmallows over, I smiled although no one responded to my voice and I didn't notice anyone in my view.
'What should I do?' I hummed with my eyes darting around while I started to subconsciously feel like a burglar.
'It's really hot….' Honestly I didn't want to wait in the heat especially since I was wearing jeans and a jacket.
After a lot of thought I decided to quickly step inside and push the door closed to avoid the eyes of anyone who might walk by. It was a small village after all with less than a thousand people living here, Everyone knew everyone and they would undoubtedly recognize their neighbors and i hadn't been here for more than half a decade which could lead to confusion.
"is anyone here?" I shouted out just to make sure as I looked around with a warm feeling in my chest.
It looked very different yet incredibly similar at the same time leaving me with mixed emotions. I pushed down the handle of my suitcase leaving it at the door and stepped forward with cautious footsteps, I slid my hand across the back of the couch that was facing a small television that hung just over the fireplace. The wooden floors creaked beneath the weight of my footsteps until I paused near the entrance of a hallway.
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