3 days later
*Ines*
I can do this.
I can.
I need only to walk in there and say it.
And yet here I stand, outside my fathers private rooms, my fingers curled into a fist, as if ready to knock on the door, even though I never knock when going in. This is my home too.
But it is like something holds me back, a memory I can’t quite remember.
And why am I doing this ? I was raised to be a good girl… somehow this do not feel like being a good girl.
How long have I stood like this ? Five minutes ? Ten ? Either way, it is enough to brand me a ridiculous coward. What am I scared of ?
How did this happen ? Why did it happen ? I have always been known as capable and pragmatic. I am the girl who knows how to get things done and how to act. I am not shy. I am not fearful. I mostly do what I am
