Chapter 18 He held me against the wall.
"Love is like measles; we all have to go through it." ~ Jerome Klapka Jerome
Raina.
It's true what they say, home is where the heart is. With Angelo? No, I'm back home with my family, where I belong, with people who love and appreciate me. I stared at the house I grew up in, nothing had changed much. My mother's flowers still so beautiful and the lawn greener than ever, my father was taking good care of the lawn like he always used to. He always obsessed about cutting the grass at a perfect and equal height which drove my mom crazy at times. I timidly smile reminiscing...
"Mommy mommy, can we go in...?" The twins pulled me forward snapping me out of my thoughts.