Appa and Amma,
As much as I want the world to hear me out, I don’t want you to hear this. It has been seven days since I went away and it took me seven days to truly cry my heart out.
I was frozen even in the approaching summer days. Even when I wanted to make myself vulnerable, to let go of everything I was holding up for days, I could only freeze under the fluffy blankets.
I was lost , I was knocking at stranger's doors to get back on my way back, I had people I knew laughing at me, I had this dream where you came here, to take me home and it was just us again. I woke up from fantasies to weep like a little girl and I kept telling myself, "It is okay Ann, no one is here ,you can cry all you want and clean up the mess afterwards and be strong again"
I look around to see this beautiful place around me and you are not here with me, May be now it is my turn to take us home, and that keeps me going. Waiting is such a beautiful phase now, it gives me strength to wait for the day to run back to your arms and kiss you. I miss you both.
Yours and only