(THEA IN JASSY'S BODY'S POV)
The familiar scent of my room feels so comforting. The colorful walls of my bedroom send me back to the memories that my mom and I are just simply playing with it. We painted the walls just by using our hands as a brush. She painted the flowery garden while I am painting my butterflies.
I don't have any photos on bedroom walls nor an album. I never remember my parents took a picture of me since I was a kid. They don't even have photos of themselves. Aside from what my mom painted, and she keeps it all in her bedroom. She had a painting of my father and me together, but she doesn't have a photo of herself.
Besides, we don't have a mirror in the house. I had never seen myself in the mirror not until I went out of this house to study. I only saw myself in the water. That's how basic my life used to be.
"Why are you stock at the door? Are you afraid to get inside?" Amanda asks while I rooted on the spot while reminiscing my previous life.
