Sandra's POV.
I had just come down from the taxi, the rumble of its engine fading away as I pulled my suitcases up the familiar gravel path.
My house was just the way I had left it, the front gate wasn't even closed, mother must have rushed back in to see her favorite show: Friends, as soon as I i left her.
I couldn't blame the old woman. She had barely gotten any happiness these days, If that was what made her happy, then so be it.
As I clicked the lock on my gate and continued dragging my box, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and thrill.
My nerves felt like they were on fire.
A happy kind of fire.
Excitment again, couldn't describe what I felt.
It was— it had to be something between the lines of a volcano of good emotions and me trying my hardest to not build my hope on s
