A Long Lost Happy Family

He was furious, very furious. His eyes were blood red, lips trembling with anger. He rolled his hands in a fist and kept strolling towards that house. The house which was supposed to be his home, his foyer but felt like a prison.

He pushed the big gate with all his might which made a loud sound and woke everyone in the house. He entered the hall called out his father. When he saw his father and his stepmother he could not control it anymore and exploded. Exploded like a volcano breaking everything within his reach.

Vases, table, TV. Then came the last and loudest sound. He felt an itching sensation on his cheek and a bleeding wound in his heart. He was silent now and so was everything else. He didn't say a word. Went upstairs and took the photograph from his bedside table. The one of a happy family.

He, his father and his mother. Then he walked out of the same door, walked down the same street but his demeanor was different. His eyes were filled with tears, his hands were holding the photograph tightly, his lips were a thin line and his heart was weeping.

For the first time in his life, he felt forlorn, abandoned, deserted, and neglected. For the first time, he felt like he was an orphan.