Chapter 89 The reunion with my parents.

I came to meet my parents at their house, where I had spent my childhood.

Standing in front of my childhood home, a mixture of nostalgia and apprehension fills me. The house, once a haven of comfort and security, seems to carry the weight of time itself. It's a silent witness to the joys and sorrows that have shaped my life.

Taking each step slowly, I approach the familiar structure. The memories from my past rush to greet me like long-lost friends. The laughter of my childhood, the tears shed in times of distress—they all come flooding back, washing over me in waves of emotions.

The once-lush greenery of the courtyard has given way to a tangled mess of weeds and overgrown grass, a testament to the passage of time. The wooden fence that once marked the boundaries of my world now shows the effects of weather and age.

I can almost feel the texture of the wood under my fingers as I recall the countless times I leaned against it, lost in my thoughts. Time has cast its spell on everything