|Innaya|
When I was around eleven years old, I had accidentally broken a vase. That porcelain vase held very important meaning to my grandma. Grandpa had gifted that vase to grandma on their fiftieth wedding anniversary. It was a custom made one. I don't recall many details about it. I remember locking myself in my room after that, and I had refused to open the door for anyone.
I hadn't done that because I was afraid of grandpa. No, both grandparents of mine wouldn't even scold me for that matter. I had acted that way because I felt guilty. I was way too ashamed of myself, and I didn't know how to face them.
Was that how Eshan felt?
Back then, it wasn't until grandma had opened the door with the master key that I had come out from my room. She taught me how to face my mistakes and admit them. She taught me that hiding away was never the option.
I had my grandmother who showed me the right path, but who was there for Eshan?
