What I call home.
The carriage stopped in front of the wooden house, and it was a sight Laura had almost forgotten as she hadn't seen it for so long. The roof looked worn-out from the outside, and the wooden door looked as if it were to break anytime.
Laura's heart ached. She missed the times when everything in her life was going well, and when she didn't have to worry every day. The coachman opened the carriage door, bowing and wishing her safe stay.
Laura walked to the door, not thinking of anything. She was so nervous that her mind had turned blank.
'It isn't my first time to be here, but why am I so nervous?'
As they arrived in front of the door, Laura gathered her courage to knock. But suddenly the door swung open and her hand was left hanging on the air.
