Page 25 - Digital Cornice Grade 10

I sighed and walked into
the kitchen, which was
exactly how it was when

I left home for college 12
years ago. The cupboard I
broke, the loose faucet

of the tap and the walls,
a wonderful coffee
colour, were just how I

remembered them to be.
I smiled at myself,
remembering whiny

mornings as a kid who
didn't want to go to
school

-Giovanna Parajuli

The warm smell of rolls and baked goods from the oven would greet me
when I came home each day-my mum attempted to cheer me up. I could
almost smell it now. I closed the kitchen door, the same door behind which

we used to measure our height every year. The smallest height recorded was
just above my knee. This put into perspective just how much time has passed.

Every inch of this house had some memory associated with it. Whether good

or bad, they were still all part of my childhood that I so deeply missed. Now,
more than a decade later, it all came back to me. I didn't realise how much I
missed being a little girl till I saw my childhood home, now abandoned and
empty. It was more than just a childhood home. It was a house of memories.

It seemed to me that our home had aged with us, still bearing the sweet
remnants of my childhood. It all went by in a breeze and before I knew it, I
was no longer a resident, in fact a visitor. This home was like a colouring

book, and I was the one filling in colour. With every new page I finished
colouring, I seemed to unlock new memories which were hidden deep under
the worries and troubles of adult life.