First day of wreckage.

I was there alone in the middle of the room. Boxes were piled up at the door. I could hear a faint sound of children running around downstairs. The new tenants I guess. I looked out the window of my bedroom. This week gone so fast that I could not even absorb all the things that happened. Everything was so hazy. I heard a knock on my door. It was my aunt. She said that the movers were ready to take my things. I watched silently as they took all my precious possessions to the truck.