107 #My Home

Kiera

I scan the space that was once my home, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me as I remember the memories that were made within those walls.

I have ten years of life in these places, each corner holding a different story or emotion that shaped who I am today.

I saw my mother die here; her last breath was taken in the very room I stand in now. The walls may hold memories, but they also hold pain and loss that I carry with me every day.

This is the place where I mend my relations with my father and where I learned to forgive and let go of the past. I have nine months to carry my baby in this home, feeling her grow and kick inside me as I prepare for motherhood.

The walls witnessed my tears of joy and fear when I first brought my baby here and introduced her to the place that holds so much history for me. This is the same home where she was kidnapped by a stranger. I never felt so helpless and terrified in my life, but the day I lost Aria, I felt like losing a piece of myself. T