sam4sur
I anticipated the movement behind the wall, would they accept me as their own child? Or would it be just like the last? I anticipated the furniture, we're they an antique kind of family. Or more modern? My mind was filled with gray clouds, and out of those gray clouds fell sprinkles of my past. I moved closer to the door...my heart thumping in my chest making me feel 90 pounds heavier. I moved closer, and I noticed the door knob. It was silver, and shiny I could see my hazy reflection in it. I had on a blue new York sweater and a pair of knickers, nothing big I wanted to be comfortable. I kneeled down and saw the reflection of my face, I haven't looked at myself in a while, scared that I wouldn't recognize the person in the mirror... And I didn't I didn't see the voluminous brown curls bouncing from my roots, but I saw lifeless strings in its ace. I didn't see glowing big brown eyes staring back at me, but weary ones, the reflected a weary heart. That's what I saw in the door knob. I held back the tears, i didn't have the strength to cry. My mother always said I cried to much, I didn't cry at her funeral.