by Asemo Mola01 Dec 2019
For twenty-eight years, I have lived in this room.
The white curtains, through which the sun's rays glow in the early mornings.
The comfortable large princess bed with dolls on it.
The wardrobe with many perfumes,
whose scents could still be smelled at the end of the day.
The bookcase that mostly contains Philippa Gregory’s books. Books, I sometimes find myself reading again.
Soon, I will have to leave my parents’ house. I think about this day and the freedom that will come along.
I will have a place of my own,
where I am the master to myself.
A sense of sadness takes over. I wonder how I can leave the place I have spent my all childhood and a good part of my adulthood in. A place that has been my shelter.
Then, I remembered that I have one more year of internship and calm took over again.