Martina
On the way back to my aunt's house, for some reason, my tears fall uncontrollably. I don't know exactly why I'm crying, and the man driving looks at me repeatedly through the rearview mirror.
"Are you okay, miss?" he asks calmly.
"Yes, I just left some very important people behind," I reply, looking out the window, and I see that the rain doesn't stop.
"I understand, you'll always have the chance to see them again," he responds. I nod and smile sadly.
We arrive at my aunt's house. I pay the man and thank him, get out of the car with the two suitcases, and walk to the door.
I end up getting a little wet. I knock repeatedly, but no one opens. I sit on the doorstep and wait for my aunt to arrive.
I feel nervous because I know I have to talk to her. I lean on the small suitcas
