Soon, I will be leaving this place I once called home. Its 4 corners that were once lit up with our laughter when we were kids will always be missed. The stainless steel cufflinks that my father had left in his night table will always have a place in that corner where we would always line up to kiss our parents goodnight. This time, I am going out of the house and not come back for a very long time. Nobody will be waiting for me anyway. Nothing except the old toys and the dusty curtains hanging by the window will wait for me to come back once again.
