Chapter 15
The smell of my father's cooking invades my nostrils despite the door and windows of the room I'm staying in are closed. I roll over the bed, groaning and swinging my feet to the ground. Once my barefoot connects with the wooden floor, immediately coldness travels through my legs up to my spine and I shiver.
Running to the bathroom to check myself out, to do my morning routine which consists of a little dancing here and there in the bathroom while checking myself in the mirror, brushing teeth, splashing my face with a cold water, and humming. I always do those things back at home, and now that I'm with my family, I get to do those things again.
I grab a towel that is neatly folded on a desk table, which isn't there the night I got to sleep. Perhaps my mother has put it there.
