19:Visit w/ Sprinkles of Late Night Talking

Then, time passed by. It was the weekend, and I visited home. I had my phone on silent but by the looks of it, each minute that passes, it lights up with a message. I look at my phone in my hands only to roll my eyes at it. Brye has been bombing my phone with messages and he won’t stop obviously until he gets the reply that he wants. For the rest of the drive, I was only looking outside while listening to music. It felt weird. The ride felt weird for some reason.

For hours, we reached the familiar road where I grew up. Familiar shops and the path that led me closer to the house where I grew up. ‘Where I became the youngest housewife’. A small smile broke out on my face and the driver took turns according to my instructions until we stopped in front of our neighborhood, in front of our house. I paid the driver before getting out with my bag.

I smiled at our dogs who welcomed me happily. Wagging their tails happily and barking like crazy at the sight of one of their owners. I greeted t