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.

I w...

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...