The True Thing

Nana is standing in front of a small house holding tightly the suitcase in her hand. Her eyes stared intently at the house, as if all fear, and gripping were mixed together in her heart. All the feelings that she had left behind, now she was forced to come back to fight once again. She swallowed her saliva which suddenly dried up, her two gripping hands now seemed to tremble. Shortcuts of pain seemed so real, as if it was shrinking her guts full of wounds. But she couldn't keep running like this, she had to face whatever happened. After steadying her heart, she looked again at the tiny house in front of her. then, her gaze fixed on the condition of her house now.