“Sis, where are we going? Why is Mother selling the house?” one of the kids asked, concern etched on their faces as they all sat in Priya's room, feeling stressed.
Mary was busy downstairs, dealing with the situation, while they anxiously awaited her return, hoping to get some answers.
Priya looked sadly at the children. She didn't know how to ease her guilt, knowing she was the reason for everything. It weighed heavily on her heart.
She didn't know what to say or how to answer their questions. The decision to leave had been made, but neither she nor Mary knew where they would go or what the future held.
Beyond her own regrets, Priya was heartbroken, especially knowing how much this house meant to Mary. It held so many memories, especially of her late husband, which the kids might not
