Chapter 58

Sierra

I was standing in the front yard of a house. The gently blowing wind was cold, the trees on the sidewalk were green and the sky was so blue. I remember those black roof tiles, white and grey walls, beautiful long windows, magnificent white and red rose bushes at the side of the house, and the short white wooden fence separating it from other houses on the street.

The spacious front yard with healthy green grass. I remember it all as clear as day.

This was the house where I grew up this was my home, the place where I last saw my parents. It was sunny, it was what most people would call a beautiful day but honestly, I hate the sun.

I saw a man and a woman in their early twenties working on the bushes that were on my foreright.

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