She could not believe it. After driving for hours, she found her car parked outside her home, staring at the gate and the house that held many of her childhood memories.
The metal bars were not as imposing as the ones where she presently lived, but it was enough to safeguard them at night.
"Home sweet home!" She could only wish she could say it out loud. But as of now, all she could do was stare at the backyard, where she learned to run and roll in the mud.
Yeah! It was a memory she would never forget, the day she stumbled and fell into a wet, sticky earth in their small garden produced by the heavy rain.
"Are you alright, honey?" Her mother's voice suddenly rang in her ears as she ran to her side when she fell from her bike, landing hard on the grassy ground.
She remembered sustaining several bruises on her knees and legs. In addition, she also had a few cuts on her palms and fingers when she used them to protect herself from her fall.
