As I stood in front of my childhood home I wondered what I was doing here, I remember leaving California a long time ago, I vowed I'd never let my past cross path with my present and future, I needed to get out of here, turning to my left I headed to anywhere but my house. But strangely my feet didn't obey my mind, it was as though they had a mind of their own, instead of heading to my left I was walking towards the patio and then the door, my head was starting to spin.
My hands raised in their own accord and opened the door, my mind was screaming helplessly for them to stop, that I would be in great trouble if something horrific unfolds, the lock rotated and I pushed the door open. The familiar fragrance my mother left wherever she went was there inside the house, my eyes watered, it's b
