House of memories

I looked at the empty house as sadness started to take over my emotions again.

Aisha grabbed my hand and said, "This is why we didn't want you to come here."

I took a deep breath and calmed down. I knew being sad wouldn't fix anything. It would just drown me more and more into it and make me crazy.

After a few more scolding and suggestions Aisha left my house. She wanted to stay but I told her to go home. I told her I would be fine.

Even though she knew that I probably won't be fine she still decided to go. Because she knew that I would need some personal time to accept all this.

So giving some space for some time might not be a bad thing.

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After Aisha left I walked around the house. Each corner of the house reminds me of my mother. Her laughter, anger, scolds, love, sacrifice everything was part of this house.

I would laugh whenever I remembered the fun memories we had together and I would feel sad whenever I remember her hard work and sacrifices for me.

I remembered that she went to work even when she was very sick. If it wasn't me who would stop her by force, she would have continued to work.

Maybe she did in the past when I was too little to understand. She had to take care of the family not long after I was born.

Dad died when I was just four. I don't even remember much about him.

But mother was everything to me. She not only was my mother but also became my friend. In the end, she even agreed to become my lover.

All for me. Even though she was enjoying her time when our relationship changed into something more, I knew that she was enjoying this because it was me.

I was happy so she was happy too. Even till the end she protected me with her body. She was in a coma because of me. And I am alive and moving because she sacrificed herself for me.

I looked at the house, the House of memories.

I went upstairs and went to her room. The bed was still the way we left. It wasn't in good shape as we left in a hurry.

I lay on the bed as it was. I could still smell her lingering smells from the bedsheets.

I closed my eyes as a drop of tears fell from my eyes.

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I took a shower and noticed that there wasn't any towel in the toilet. I chuckled and remembered that it was this towel that changed everything.

I walk outside open Mom's wardrobe and grab her towel. I again smell her scent. It must be the one she used before we left.

So I kept it back again carefully. I didn't want to use it as it might lose its scent. I took a new one and dried myself.

After wearing pants I turn on the laptop. It was shut off. There was no power left.

I connected it to the charger and then opened it. I need to search for 'something'. Something important for the upcoming days.

The wallpapers were very familiar to me too. It was a mother kissing her newborn baby. It's me and mom. I smiled seeing the picture.

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Very soon I found out how bad I was at cooking. Luckily, Aunty sent food with Aisha, otherwise, I had to eat take-out food. That's not healthy.

With no other option left, I took over the small business. I was glad that Mom taught me about it and showed me everything.

Because of that, I was able to quickly handle everything. I did the same mom did, leaving most of the work to the worker. Only check the bills and accounts.

I didn't know if it was god sent or if there were still good people, all the workers worked diligently without any second thoughts.

The work helped me to distract myself from all the pain and suffering. I never missed visiting Mom. I would talk to her every day.

With every passing day, my mind was filled with the thoughts of those words. I was also getting desperate.

I was worried that I would do something that I would regret, but I also wanted to do it. There wasn't any cure for her condition.

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More days passed by....

I was able to cook a little. Thanks to Aunty. I asked for her help and she agreed immediately.

She has been teaching me for a few days now. She would compare me with Aisha and scold her every time She taught me.

Aisha almost became the second resident of the house. She would come in the morning and leave when it's about to sunset.

I was thankful for that. It helped me a lot. I was lucky to have a friend and family like her.

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A/N: Sorry for the long long delay. I stop when the first volume end. I was having some personal issues which took away most of my time.

As of now I am still busy. But I will try to write the book occasionally. It won't be long delay like before.

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