Gotta hate Dorothy!

Like a scene from a soap opera – she opened the main door of their house and only the main knob was locked. Dishes are in the sink, so she washes them first. She goes to her room and cleans up a bit, packs up a little. She looks at her notes on what else to bring to the new place they are staying at. Not all can go with her, not just yet. Just the important things they need.


Almost done, she looks around. And she knows, things are not the same, things will never be the same. Although the place hasn’t been home for a long time, it was still hers- it was theirs, it was comfortable, but not anymore. She knows that she will never go back there the way she did before - when she worked until weary hours of the morning and sleep until noon; when she still did her laundry there; when she opted to stay there and do a DVD marathon and let her work wait. She will not even spend more than half day in that house and perhaps never at night because it is too dark. It’s too dark, literally and figuratively.


Tears are in the corner of her eyes. Good thing the dogs were barking, they reminded her she must feed them. She stands up, gets on with packing, takes a deep breath. Dorothy had to be oh so right, darn it!