Compared to when I stood at my house in the village, this house is much larger. A wider yard with a fence separating the yard from the street. This house is not just a new thing, but as if it has been waiting for me for a long time.

  “Mother knows this will be difficult but...”

  Before I was about to step inside, mother said something that explained her reason for going to the city of Miosmo. But, for some reason I can clearly remember the way mother spoke but not what she said.

  Even the feeling I felt at that time, I forgot how it felt. But what I remember most, was about the grandmother who would look after me starting that day.

  Just then, the sound of a door opening quickly was heard and cut off my conversation with mother. A girl with an ankle-length black-brown dress, also an apron tied around her body. That girl brought me in.

  That became the last time I spoke with my mother.

  I remember at that time she brought me into the house while explaining all the rooms that were there. Her name is Ghyna, she told many stories about how the Sevilla family accepted her as an adopted child in this family. That is why Ghyna likes things like household matters.

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  Somehow but, Ghyna was an easy person to talk to that was my impression of her at that time.

  Then after that, Ghyna wanted to take me to my room. We passed through a short hallway with various photo displays with faces foreign to my eyes.

  Afterwards we climbed the stairs towards the second floor. there were two doors facing each other at the end of my sight. Strange, of all things that day, it was that corner that I remember the most. Even so Ghyna walked into the hallway on the right.

  It felt amazing thinking about how big this house is. The hallway felt long and felt like it never ended. But only for this matter I can clearly remember every corner.

  Maybe at that time I should have realized it about my body. Just like wood being dragged by the river current. My feet stepped away leaving behind various important questions.

  Ghyna walked further and further, while I only followed her as before. We passed several doors that were in this hallway. Until when approaching the end, Ghyna stood in front of one of the doors. That door was my room.

  The following days that I lived through felt very difficult to recall clearly. My memory was getting worse, about how, and why. It felt like imagining those moments back with only the colors white and gray.

  However for no clear reason, those weeks passed.

  Life in the Sevilla family house felt silent in every room.

  A large dining table with chairs filling every side. I had been through that dinner many times. Still, those chairs were empty. Always only five chairs were filled including myself. Even though I knew the reason but it bothered my mind a little.

  These last seven days, I remember them very clearly it felt like my body and my mind returned to that day. These last days before my mind was completely shifted.

  A warm voice along with a soft pat on the shoulder pulled me back. My neck moved and my head turned back, tryin

  g to find out who that figure was.