51 - Felicity

The fog greets me as soon as I come out of the airport in New York. I smile because it feels like a hug from the city, welcoming me back.

I drop my things at a hotel and grab a cup of coffee. I sip it as I reminisce inside the cab headed to the house where my parents and I used to live.

So many memories.

Even more of them come flooding back once I'm standing in front of the two-story house I know so well. It looks the same as when I left it. Dark blue roof. Pale blue walls. White door. White windows. White porch. The sign on the front says it's still for sale, so I guess no one has lived in it since I last did.

I walk up to the front door. It's locked, of course. I peek through the window. All I see are pieces of furniture covered in white cloth, which in turn is covered in dust. Even hidden, I can recognize some of them, and I smile.

I go around the house to the backyard. I see the patch of soil where my mother's garden used to be. Only weeds grow in it now.

I also see her box of gar