Adrianna White
Home sweet home", I thought with a sigh before walking in and no matter how much I am used to it,I couldn't believe what I saw…….
I walked in, to the sight of furniture turned everywhere.
The sitting room was trashed beyond comprehension. I think I even saw pools of vomit at different spots.
I swallowed up the urge to just dig up a hole and cry, this was just the sitting room.
I dreaded seeing the rest of the house but I pushed on.
I walked into the kitchen to see cutleries and plates filling up the sink.
Broken pieces of glass, pieces of beer bottles and some alcohol that I wasn't familiar with.
Going back into the sitting room, it looked like the house was raided but I know no such thing happened.
I walked into the place I was dreading the most, mom's room.
I entered the room only to see patches of vomit stains on the burgundy rug and I just knew that she'd be burrowed in her vomit.
