The key they'd given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. I thought about walking in to go look around. It didn't take long for me to debate, so I walked inside. Everything looked the same but it just didn't feel right. Everything was still the same as it was when I had left, nothing changed. I walked over to her room, I instantly started crying. I miss her being there asking me how work was, how I slept, or if we were doing anything special. I didn't move away from her room, didn't answer anyone anymore, and lost myself mentally and physically. I wish I had more time with you mom.