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Should I go in there?

I was standing in front of the porch, staring at the dark wood that served as our door. I didn’t want to go in. Honestly, I didn’t wish for mom and dad to see how weak I was. I just wanted to curl up in some place that was far away from here.

That wasn’t going to be possible though, I knew it. It was simply wishful thinking. With a sigh, I made my way to the door, and rapped on it twice. I tried my best to clean my tears as I looked down on the floor.

The door opened, mom tried to look at me, but I averted my gaze from them. It was a childish thing to do, but I didn’t care. She finally moved back into the house, when she noticed that I wasn’t looking up.

I sighed inwardly as I made my way in.

“Sira,” mom called, as she closed the door behind me.

I swallowed the pain that I felt. There was so much that bothered me right now, and I wished that I could be able to handle it somehow, but I wasn’t able to do so. Everything felt so clustered and I couldn’t even tell a