Anna.
As I stepped into my parents' house, I let out a weary sigh, knowing my mother would be able to lift my spirits.
Mr. Jenkins wasn't the only one to cancel—three others did too, and I'm starting to question whether my work is good enough after all.
“It's just me!” I called out as I walked past the staircase.
The house remains just as it was 28 years ago when I was born. The only change my mother made was updating the windows, as she thought the old pattern was dated, despite my insistence that it wasn’t. She also replaced the slabbed paving with grass because she wanted to showcase her green thumb.
I loved growing up here, and my room hasn’t changed a bit since my teenage years. My mom probably wanted to hold on to everything, especially now that there are no more kids aside fr
