1 House

I put down my suitcase and stare to house.. With one glare and lot of memory that take picture in my mind. Never think come back here at least, not in this situation...

The House that hide lots of memory in it, Every inch of it I glare has buried memory in itself.

I can remember how we run in yard, laughing, dancing, playing,and than falling, crying and what was next was just one kiss on our eyes and voice that said"if you don't fall you can't be strong,my baby, so now don't cry,.. "

But, soon, all of them forgot by mother death and than there wasn't a good day in this house again. All the thing that was left after her death was a family with disparate and hopelessly,father that never laugh again and the sisters who isolated themselves in their room untill thay married... And I was who left father behind to escape these dispersion and hopelessly, think every wher except here can bring me joy..but...

Now again I come back here for another bad happen, another funeral.

My father funeral.