HERA’S POV
I COULDN'T help but shed tears as I watched Mom's car disappear in the distance. Only then did I enter the house with my belongings.
As I opened the door to our home, I was greeted by the sight of dusty furniture. Once I took my belongings inside, I closed the door. I changed into my loungewear and started cleaning the entire house.
Despite feeling tired, I ignored my body's exhaustion because it somehow alleviated the heaviness I felt. I spent over an hour cleaning, as there was a considerable amount of accumulated dust. When I finished, I collapsed onto the sofa. I surveyed the living room with my gaze.
"Finally! I'm done."
As I looked around the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness as I remembered Mom in every corner of our home.
"Hera, have you eaten?"
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