mamalowe
There was no alternative, she had to go. Leaving her home was not the hard part. Home wasn't what it use to be ever since mom died. The hard part would be leaving him.
This was meant to be my liberation. I was finally away from them all. Away from the chaos and drama that I grew up around my whole life. It was my time, at last. Yet, they were still with me. They lived in my brain, In my heart, in every single atom in my body it seemed they would always be haunting me.