SOMETHING TO KEEP ME BUSY

My aunt led me to the cozy home, filled with the warm scent of fresh-baked cookies and the sound of laughter. As we entered, my aunt's kids, two energetic bundles of joy, rushed to greet their mom and me. My heart swelled with love as I hugged them tight, feeling a sense of belonging. The kids, Bliss and Blake, chattered excitedly, showing me their toys and books, and I smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.

"Make yourself at home, Amy," my aunt said, showing me to a comfortable room. "Take a bath, rest, and we'll catch up later." The room was a tranquil oasis, with a plush bed and a window overlooking a lush garden. I felt grateful for the warmth and hospitality, and I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

As I took a long, relaxing bath, I felt the stress and fatigue of the journey melt away. I closed my eyes, letting the warm water soothe my muscles, and thought about the journey that had brought me here. I thought about my parents, my friends, and James, wondering what the future held for me.

Afterward, I called my parents to let them know I had arrived safely, my voice filled with tears of joy. We talked for a while, and I could sense their relief and love. I promised to keep in touch and update them on my journey.

Next, I dialed James number, and we talked for hours, sharing stories, laughter, and tears. We spoke about everything and nothing, our conversation flowing effortlessly. I felt like she was home, like I was exactly where I belonged. As we spoke, my eyelids grew heavy, my exhaustion catching up with me. I yawned, apologizing, and James gentle voice soothed me, "Sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."

As we said our goodbyes, I snuggled into the soft bed, feeling grateful for the love and support that surrounded me. I knew I had a long journey ahead, but I was ready to face it, knowing that I had my aunt, my parents, and James by my side. With a contented sigh, I drifted off to sleep, the sound of James's voice still echoing in my heart.

In the days that followed, I settled into a comfortable routine. I spent her days exploring the town, reading books, and helping my aunt with household chores. I talked to James every day, our conversations growing deeper and more meaningful. I started to feel like myself again, like the Amy I used to be before the grief and pain had consumed me.

One day, while out on a walk, I stumbled upon a small studio. I felt drawn to it, like a magnet pulling me in. I entered the studio, and the owner, a kind-eyed woman named Angie, greeted me. We talked about life, and everything in between. I felt a sense of connection, like I had found a kindred spirit.

The lady told me that the studio comprises of all kind of people with different things they are interesting in. I told her I would be really interested in the computer group, just to learn some things for fun.

She walked me to a room where, there was a lot of boys in, she introduced me to everyone saying they should take care of me that I am interested in learning how to code.

I was shy and scared but I put myself together and said "Hi" to them.

They told me to sit down and asked me some questions, after an hour of talking, I had to go cause I didn't plan to start anything that day. I bid them goodbye and went to meet the owner.

"Thanks mam, I really appreciate you for showing me around and introducing me to the guys" I said with so much gratitude and joy in me.

Angie encouraged me to explore whatever I am interested in, and to express myself through it.

On my way home I felt so happy to have passed by that studio, I think have found something that would keep me busy.