It is hard to let go, I know I need to but relinquishing the things that you have had all your life is not just painful it is soul destroying.
“It’s a lovely place, mum, sunny, bright and such nice people.”
“Yes, it is,” I say, “but it’s not my own house with my own possessions and my own world. It will be like living in a hotel, except I can never go home.”
I don’t think she really understands. But one day she will.
I won’t look back at the house. I don’t want her to see me cry.
EM-Drabbles – One Hundred
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