11: Companions

I know I told myself to forget this rotten house, but here I am. Living alone was never an option, I'm always used to waking up to family, drinking drip coffee with family, and eating with family, at home...

Family is the definition of home for me, but now I guess I'll be living alone and going to strive hard to make the farmhouse liveable again.

This time, I have to start all over again, I woke up feeling sore all over, the hardwood floor I covered with some of my long clothes was so cold last night that I thought I'm in a dream that only say the words: "come live with me".

I must be going crazy who would want to live with me? Surely, my family's out on the choices. I was finding someone to blame, I could only think of them, they made me live here. My mom in particular, but there's no point on blaming the death, wasn;t it?

I exerted all my muscles to stand and went to the kitchen. The floorplan was simple, there were two bedrooms on the second floor, a living room and a kitchen and