Home full of memories

I should have known better. After all these years I really should have known better, I should have. So what’s wrong with me? Why I couldn’t remember to do only one thing before falling asleep?
Not that covering curtains is a hard job to do or would take me ages. I also wasn’t as much of aΒ dreamer to believe that this time the sun would not rise in the East like almost every day. Giving sunlight the opportunity to wake me up sooner that I would wish for that.
If I could send to my past self a letter I would ask:’Why on Earth did you chose the shining silver colour of walls in your bedroom?’.
Really, not my best idea. If I could re-paint it I would go with black to match my morning mood.
Even if I would cover the curtains I would not be able to sleep longer. It’s because of my roommate.
Don’t get me wrong. She’s like a sister to me. I was so happy when I found out she wants to live with me in my house- the place that I spent all my life in. At that moment I had no idea how loud she can snore.
I kind of get used to sharing space. It was the only way I could afford to keep the house, and living with Patrycja is a blessing, as long as I go to sleep before her… and she would not open the window because next to us is a nursery, always full of children’s screams.
A couple of years ago I went to the same nursery and one of the voices belong to me, but now I am aΒ twenty-one years old student. Too old to go with the same enthusiasm to my own University.I guess this is for the best, If I would indeed go as happy there people would think I am crazy.I left our small room as quiet as I could and I went to the kitchen. I swear yellow walls are even

I left our small room as quiet as I could and I went to the kitchen. I swear yellow walls are even worse than silver ones. Not my fault this time, but my mum’s. This was my Mum’s favourite place.
I always think of her when I make tea in the morning. One time when she was cooking dinner, she dropped the frying pan, leaving a rabbit-shaped hole in the white floor.
A small thing like that makes this place special. Makes this place a proof that once it was indeed home full of love. You can notice it looking at door frame cover in stickers from the time when I was a kid.
I couldn’t help but smile at the memory when at first my dad was mad at me, but later he also added a couple of stickers on his own with Donald Duck. I was more into Disney Princesses at that time and the Lion King.

Even the living room is not untouched. There is a hole in one wall from the time my dad was trying to hang the TV right there but did not know how thin this one wall was. He cursed a lot and was so mad at himself. He tried to cover it before my mum would notice. He put a family photo over the hole.
My mum knew about it the first time her eyes stopped there, but she let it be this way. She preferred the photo.


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