It was the ticking sound of the clock's
second's hand and creaking sound of the rocking chair. But she paid heed to
none, sitting in front of fire in her father's study all alone. She was staring
blank at her late mother's painting at the wall. It’s been 3 years
but seem like yesterday, she has passed away leaving behind these two girls
only. Alice's mother was an intelligent lady, on her death bed she advised
Alice to take care of Ann like a mother, although she was only 16 at that time
but her mother knew their father won't be able to nurture them like a mother.
She forgot the promise she made with her
mother and she was now feeling to punished. Alice was left deranged and
demolished. She cried a lot, but now the tears have dried out. And in that dark
room she was now picking up those shattered pieces of hers, she has been
shredded before, and now again. This will be the last time, from now on she
will not break, and she will not shed a tear. This is the last time she was
sitting in a dark room, she was just re-newing that 3 years' old promise with a
new promise with herself; the moment she walk out this room, she won't look
back and she won't go back..
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