CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: Her Name

“Home?” I repeated in question.

Home. I lived from one orphanage to another. I didn’t really have a permanent place to stay. I was alone but wasn’t lonely. I didn’t have a shelter of my own but I was home. For eighteen years, wherever I went, I was home. At first, I find it weird being comfortable with a new place at an instant, feeling home, but now I know why. It was because home was following me. Home doesn’t refer to a thing with doors and windows. Home is a person or even a ghost. Sadness slowly crept in my system. I just lost that home. Recently, I discovered that I got myself another home, Grip, but I lost them both right after another.

“I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.” Governor chuckled. “But first, let’s get going.” He picked up one of my baggage while the rest was handled by Garzon who was silent the entire time.

We head on the parking lot and Amanda kept on clinging in my arms on the way there. We were followed by stares from the students we passed by. We stopp