Sunnabear

You approached the house, 'goodbye'... the familiar handwriting felt like a punch in the gut as you slowly approached the door, you looked like some sort of scared animal, expecting something to jump out and hurt you if you weren't careful. You're not sure why you are so curious... but... this handwriting. You had just been minding your own business today like always, searching for your mother, hoping to catch her scent or see her around somewhere, you had really missed her. You had heard around the town that she was back, but why hadn't you found her? where was she? You are up to the door now, you inspect the black marker on the door, eyes