Leaving is a strange concept. Everyone knows that it will eventually happen. But nothing could prepare me for the pain of actually going through with it.
I was numb at first, I think. Because I did not feel anything at all when I started packing up my possessions into cardboard boxes.
Then, it came time to clear off the closet door. And that’s when all of the nostalgia and sadness hit me.
The first I thing I have always noticed about her room is the walls. They are painted a soothing shade of lavender. Although she is an adult, there are still a couple of children’s posters on the wall and a photograph of her, as a young child in a fluffy ballerina tutu.
“I love you.” I blurt out, shocking even myself at the sudden honesty. I have spent years lying to her—hiding my true feelings....
The room was composed of various shades of green. The walls, for example, were a soothing shade of sage green. An arm chair stood in the corner, draped in a forest green velvet. Curtains the color of leaves on a lily plant framed the open window, billowing in the warm summer breeze.
A child sat on the pastel green linoleum, surveying the emerald parlor. She, herself, was dressed in a crisp, whit...