Ellen was lying in the bed after finishing her night routine. After many days she felt like herself. She had many ups and downs in her life, and if it was to be asked her, she would say that she should've been getting used to them by now. But every time it pained differently, with much more intensity. The death of her granny made her stand on a point where she thought it would take her a long time to return from but it had only been a few days and she was back to her normal self.
The talking-back, losing temper, snapping words right at the face Ellen was back. It didn't mean that she had forgotten her granny. She was still missing her. The loss she bore could never be recovered. However, what she hadn't predicted was that speedy recovery of her soul. It was a tremendous casualty. Back in time, she had taken months to accept the painful realities and pushed past them to continue living her life. This time, it wasn't even half of a month.
