Chaper 23. Homeless Not Hopeless

Having pushed me to the ground, I felt like a leaf with no strength in me. With this, they mocked me, their silly laughter resonating louder in this bitter moment of my life. It seemed they had never been happier about a situation than they were with this.

Sadly, realizing I had lost everything due to the silly mistake I made, I rose to my feet. It was okay to cry; it was okay to be sober; but what was not okay was to remain there and allow them to use me as comedy to laugh away their sorrows.

I was unable to pick up all my clothes, but I managed to grab a few that I needed. Certainly, I was not homeless before I bought this house; I still had my parents' house to return to. I packed the few clothes I could into my luggage along with my makeup kits, and my heart reddened with tears.

It was more than heartbreak at this moment; however, there was nothing more to be done. Life had shown me its ugly side, and all I could do now was accept it.

I accepted my fate. Perhaps