Her home

There, in the place where her knees had bled so much, where she had shed tears, in the place where she had sought love but had never received a single hug.

Why the hell after so long she had decided to come to that place that would not forgive her even a speck of happiness.

Why couldn't she make peace with herself, with a past full of pain ?!

She had to forgive herself for the fact that she had loved the wrong people because everyone loves their parents or not?

She had done nothing wrong. She was not doing anything wrong even now that she longed for her parents' never-before-experienced hugs. Nor for the love she had lacked.

She had loved even then, she continued to love even today the man with big hands who had hit her fragile face.

She still loved the people who had thrown her out on the saddest autumn night of her life.

So many sad memories in such a small place that she could not bring her a single reason to feel at home.

This place was the grave of her childhood, the prison where even though she had left she had managed to forever captivate her childhood and maybe even the girl she was today.

After she managed to gather herself after all the remembered events, she once again managed to realize that she did not belong to this place.

It had never been part of this house, it never would have been.

This house had never been her home, it never would have been.

Now she could not understand why she had decided to come there, to return once again to her past which she had not forgotten even for a single moment. It did not belong to that place …