As I rolled down the window in my car, the warm breeze caught my thick red hair. These were the first warm days of summer when the sun is not yet hot, but the weather has been nice for a long time and the nights won't be too cold.

It was already late in the afternoon and I had already been driving for five hours, but the last warm rays of the setting sun and the music from my favorite travel playlist filled me with peace. I never thought that I would love driving so much despite how much I was afraid of it, but you know life would sometimes force you into situations where you are forced to step out of your comfort zone. I didn't even think that eventually life would bring me to my hometown Rosewick to settle down permanently.

Although I was very happy to be able to live near my sister again after so many years and to be part in each other's lives again, there are wounds that don't heal even with the over time. The city where we grew up unfortunately held many such painful memories for all of us. It happens when the time doesn't fade these things, it just locks the memories in a diamond box, and even though they hurt and you want to heal them, you can't access them, you can only look from the outside, because what is stronger than a diamond!?

But as I mentioned, life is just like that, I was given an opportunity at work that it would have been a shame to not to try just because the place is so close to the past. The moment came a long time ago when I decided that I would only look forward and not let anyone or anything stop me from living a life in which I feel happy or at least satisfied. I'm not saying I'm not afraid, but the people I really love will be around me.

The highway was really deserted that Sunday afternoon, so I could really enjoy the road, the weather, the music and the sour gummies what I bought at the previous gas station. I think that a person who likes sour candy can't be a bad person, just someone who doesn't get twitches from it, he's just a psychopath. Although I haven't done any research on this topic. Although it would not be very far from my profession, at least anatomically, I'm still „just" a nurse, or more precisely a surgical nurse, with the prospect of a head nurse position. I have studied and worked a lot in the last 8 years in one of the largest hospitals in a fairly large city so that one day I can become a head nurse. So when I heard that Luminea (which is a little bit bigger than Rosewick but still not a big city like where I used to work) was looking for a nurse in the surgery department to help the head nurse, I would have been crazy if I didn't apply. and the fact that I got it is just the cake.

There were more and more trees along the road and I turned onto the main road to Rosewick. This road was really familiar, I can't say that the neighborhood has changed much, maybe the houses have started to be modernized and renovated, quite a few new families have moved to the city thanks to the fact that the neighboring larger cities have developed more rapidly due to the new factories built in the county, which people were given job opportunities.

First, my path led to our old family house. The two-floor family house stood on a corner of a crossroad. I would say it was a typical house with a white fence, but our parents had a good sense of humor, they used to paint it a very bright yellow, who knows what kind of super paint, because over the years we tried to paint it many times with all kinds of colors, but always that rickety yellow color came out again. So when we were children, to the question "where do you live" without the name of the street, it was enough to answer "in the house with the yellow fence" and they immediately knew where it was.

As I stopped and got out of the car, after the fact that my turned to stone bum – because of the long ride - was finally able to melt, the sight of the house immediately overwhelmed me with emotions, nostalgia, joy and deep pain. However, when I saw my pregnant sister running towards me - well, running is a strong term because her belly was already so big that she was moving like a penguin, she was a very cute. – I tried to swallow the emotional cocktail and not show it. Since I was afraid that the little penguin would fall - since I don't think she has seen her feet for at least a month - I went in front of her and hugged her.

- Pixi - she jumped on my neck (again a strong term for the hug what this pregnant penguin was capable of) - I thought you would never get here.

- Hi little Pingu - I actually used to call my sister Caty, as her full name is Catherine, but when her belly started growing rapidly in the fourth month, I couldn't help myself to not call her in this way.

- Penelope, I already told you not to call me that!

- As I said that don't call me by my full name but here we are. Anyway, it's hard not to call you that when you look exactly like a little penguin.

- Shh - she put both hands on the sides of her stomach - even your nephew will hear it in the end.

- It's okay, he'll be the little egg. - I smiled mockingly at my sister - that is, rather an ostrich egg the size of your belly.

- I'm glad that I can count on my little sister to make my self-esteem crumble. - she crossed her arms in front of her, at least as much as she could.

- You already know that I only joke out of jealousy. You are a beautiful pregnant woman. – I hugged her from the side and turned towards the house. She rolled her eyes, but smiled too.

Apart from the fact that our personalities were totally different, it was also true for our height, she was about my shoulders, so the giraffe and the penguin stood there facing the house, wrapped in memories and emotions.

- Have you packed everything before the new owner arrives? - I asked.

- Roughly yes, but there are a few things that you should also review. Did we make a good decision? - she asked softly.

- Caty, we have already discussed it a thousand times, it is time to open a new chapter. – with that we started walk towards the house.