As the first rays of the sun filtered through the curtains, the room slowly filled with light. The gentle rustling of the fabric woke me from my peaceful slumber. Squinting my eyes against the brightness, I turned towards the source of the disturbance, only to see Mom standing by the window, a warm smile on her face. “Good Morning, Am…” she said.

With a soft touch, Mom drew the curtains completely, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. I stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on her face. At that moment, I realized there was no better way to wake up than to the loving touch of her and the promise of a new day.  A flood of emotions washed over me. The unfamiliar surroundings felt both exciting and daunting at the same time. I couldn't help but wonder how this new chapter of our lives would unfold in this space we now call home. The sunlight streaming through the windows brought a sense of warmth and hope, reassuring me that everything would be alright. Each corner held the promise of new memories waiting to be made. I couldn't wait to fill this house with laughter, love, and our own unique imprint. It was a fresh start, a blank canvas ready to be painted with the colors of our shared experiences.

I stretched my arms and took a deep breath. I made my way to the bathroom, feeling a sense of excitement about the day ahead. A refreshing splash of water on my face wakes me up completely, and I brush my teeth with a new toothbrush, still untouched. Feeling clean and refreshed, I head downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon greets me as I take a seat at the table, ready to start the day in my new home.

As Mom sat at the dining table to enjoy the delicious breakfast. We, a pair of mom and daughter or should I say a bunch of gossipers, engaged in a conversation about our new house and the surrounding neighborhood. I excitedly shared my thoughts on the nearby park and how I couldn't wait to explore it. “When did you see the park?” Mom asked in a playful yet serious manner, to which I replied in an obvious manner as I knew it so well, “I caught a glimpse of a serene park that stood out near the big villa of one of our neighbors, Mom.” Giving a creep smile, I further added, “The sole park was adorned with vibrant flowers in full bloom, creating a colorful display and there's this graceful fountain in the center adding a touch of elegance and providing a soothing soundtrack to the picturesque scene. It's really amazing, mom. But I don't understand one thing…” “And what's that?” asking in a fun way seeing me excited. I replied firmly, “the name mom, it's Sole, how can someone name it sole and what does that mean… uhh… so weird.” Mom listened attentively, interjecting with anecdotes about the friendly neighbors and local amenities as we talked further.

As we sipped their coffee, the conversation shifted to my upcoming college plans. “Is everything ready for the college, it's starting in two days, Amber?” “Yup, mom, everything's set to go. I am very excited. Imagine how prestigious it is getting admission in one of the top college in the city, The Austin is itself known for its best teachers and studious students. I only wonder how their History faculty is going to be… I am hella excited.” She shared her excitement about starting a new chapter in her life at a prestigious college in the city. Her mother beamed with pride, offering words of encouragement and support for this new journey.

After the breakfast, mom left for her work, and I was left alone in the house. So, I decided to keep my cloths into the wardrobe. I went upstairs only to find my cloths had already been kept in the drawers neatly. I instantly recognized it as my moms work because of it's way of doing. All the colored clothes were kept in one side and all blacks and whites were separated, which i personally never liked, so I just separated my blacks and put together my colored and whites. While putting away clothes in the wardrobe, I stumbled upon a hidden drawer tucked away in the corner. Curious, I opened it and to find a collection of old letters neatly tucked inside. Each letter seems to hold a piece of someone's past, a glimpse into a different time.