SEVENTEEN - Harrowing memories

My feet helplessly carried me to my bedroom. I can’t help but think of those heartbreaking hopeless faces of my uncle and aunt, those faces were all flashing in my eyes. 

Tears spilt down my cheeks when I thought about my uncle's words and those watery eyes of them pierced in my heart like sharp blades when uncle made his final decision to handover this house to the owner and sale our mini restaurant to gather some money then buy a new smaller house with that money. I was just standing there like a statue when my aunt kept sobbing deeply taking all the blames on herself, repeatedly mumbling that it's all happening just because of her, repeatedly saying, If It wasn’t for her heart operation uncle would have never had mortgaged the house. 

Don’t know how I managed myself to move out from their room and now when I looked up, I found myself in front of the mirror of my washroom.

I looked up at the reflection who was staring back at me. Fo