I was not
sure what I was doing here. Should I be here? Should I not? I stood outside the
door for 15 minutes then, finally knocked. She opened the door. She looked…different.
Well, what else was I to expect in 10 years. When she saw me her eyes welled up
with tears but she fought them back.
“Come in.”
She said. She made tea for herself and coffee for me. She remembered.
We talked about her for a while. Then, she
slowly asked me “Where did you go?”
Where did I
go? At first I was lost, I was scared. I thought of going back home but then I
found a job. A job I liked. And from that point onwards everything in my life went
well, with a few downfalls of course. But every time something happened, good
or bad I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell my sister. But I couldn’t because
I was afraid.
“I got a
job.” I said. We talked about my job for a while.
“Go meet
mom and dad.” She said.
Mom and
dad? No. I was still completely afraid of meeting them, they may still not
approve of my choices.
“Maybe
someday.” I said. Then there was a silence. We both wanted to say lot during
that silence and maybe we did. I looked at my watch “I better get going.”
She walked
me to the door. Told me to visit again and when the door closed behind me I
heard a silent whisper “I miss you.”
