Childhood | #NaPoWriMo2020 | Prompt 10

Prompt: Imagine that you've broken into a stranger's house, but it looks exactly the same as yours. How do you react?

Tip-toed across the alley

I was wondering if those people would recognise me

What if they wake up before I'm done

This is my last chance to get this through

I hold the door knob, my key still works the other way

The door creaked a little less now

A familiar smell draws me to the kitchen

I see her face, younger and happier

She calls my name, I turned around

There it was, my childhood across me

Unafraid, unapologetic, unflustered

I never noticed my eyes used to sparkle

Like I was made of stardust, but it faded

It faded as I tripped on the wooden rack

The room's curtain flew towards me, calling me

As if wanting me twirl in them once again

There was a baby asleep in the crib

Rocking lightly, which once belonged to me

I slid aside as she opened her eyes, but she didn't cry

Her eyes were sparkling too

They had removed my photographs

And the wall had scars, but they painted it blue

Scars which would never heal

Teary eyed I started to move to continue my search

When I heard a little squeak of the baby

I went to her, held her hand and calmed her

And noticed my tiny heart shaped keyring

Somebody gifted it to me on my 5th birthday

I never came to know who it was

She left my hand, I left the house with my keyring

They had taken our home away when the news hit

Took away everything, only left with a flashback

But years later, I had to bring my childhood back