Anisha poured some tea into a blue mug. She loved drinking tea, especially on mornings like this, a crisp October breeze, with the leaves shining in shades of red, orange and yellow.
Anisha gently bit her lip and stared at the mug. Biting her lip was a habit. It was something she did in order to keep herself from crying.
Because that was exactly what she wanted to do right now.
She wanted to cry as she wondered what next fall would be like, what the next month would be like.
The weather would be same, cool and crisp; the leaves would be painted in hues of scarlet and gold. Everything would be same. Everything would be the same, just without her.
Mira and Ryan would wake up complaining every morning that they didn't want to go to school. They would come home complaining that they had t
