THE morning I woke up, I looked over the window that was still covered by the curtain. The morning was silent. I could hear no sound of quarreling, no sound of people arguing, or the constant nervousness that I felt as though I was waiting for bomb to explode. I didn't have to be on my toes right after I wake up. It was funny how this normal morning felt so serene that I could fall on my knees in gratitude.
I laid down back to my comfy bed, the only place which wasn't covered by our moving box and stared at the sun that was still hidden by the curtain. I thought moving would be sorrowful. I thought that loosing everything would make me depressed and gloomy. But seeing how happy and even relaxed I am now, I can only guess that I must have been caged before that this mere happiness was something that I craved for.
