It was time to move on, say good bye to the house she grew up in which was now a dilipidated building.
She would miss the good old days when they played in the courtyard without a worry, plucked mangoes from the trees.She would miss those hugs by grandma which magically took off all her worries, the head massage by mother every Saturday where the two chatted like old friends.
What she would never miss and want to erase from all memories were the terrifying nights when her father came and slept beside her.
It was time to bid goodbye,a final one.
Linking up with the lovely Rochelle Wisoff who hosts #FridayFictioneers a photo prompt flash fiction for writers.