I always have this dreadful feeling when im making my way home after work. While i wait for the elevator to ride up to the fifteenth floor, my heart cant help but sink.
The first step out of the lift always seemed heavy. I dragged myself out of the lift and let my gaze wander upon the place ive called home for the past 8 years.
Dark. Lifeless. Silent.
Empty.
I stood outside the door - It never failed to remind me of the excellent paint job ive done on it.
Fished for my keys - In its usual spot as always.
Pushed open that stubborn door - It always seemed to be semi-stucked.
Sometimes my sis wld be slumped on the sofa watching tv/reading book.
"HI!! kor kor!!!"
"halo! wa work very tired" .....
But more often than not, ill be greeted by silence and darkness.
Nothing out of the ordinary, things have been like that for the past years....but sometimes....sometimes i juz wished...
someone would genuinely be expecting me home.....and when i reached home with a tired mind and body, someone would just be there, greeting me with a warm, lovely smile....
"Hey, Welcome Home!!!"
