Calling my Uber again, I take off and decide to go back to the last place my mother was seen, my old orphanage and walk around. It takes me hours of walking around until I finally come to a building that looks familiar, then another, it looks like I’m backtracking from where we were running from.
Going back in my memories and night terrors, I follow the trail until I come to an abandoned two-story house.
Looking around I see the streets are dead as this is not a busy area, its residential, and many houses seem like they are for sale. Looking at the house, I know this is where I grew up with my mother, I feel it.
The house is still intact, the windows are not broken or anything, it seems to have a mystical area around it. I walk to the front door, and I touch it, it’s locked, rubbing my
