Visit

I slept that night in the room where I changed my clothes. I never knew that they let me stay in this room because this was my Mom's when she was alive and serving as agent. 

I opened the light, and started to roam the whole area, trying to find anything that would connect to my mom or a thing that would make me know who she is. 

I raided the closet and cabinets, discovering a small written letter rolled and tied with a small old ribbon. Dust embraces the papers, making my nose itch. 

I shook the small paper then carefully opened it so as not to break or tear. I also checked carefully who it was from, but nothing was posted on the outside. I pulled out the ribbon that had faded in color and popped out the letters that had almost been erased due to old age. I gently stroked the rough pape