I walked home as I always did: not too slow, but not too fast either. Observing the people around me and watching them walk. I quickened my pace at the same spot where I did every day, where the stairs for my apartment begin. That is when I start getting impatient, because I know I am about to see her.
I opened the door hurriedly and climbed upstairs, quicker each step. Until I got to my floor, two doors to the right and there's my apartment's door 304. I couldn't open it fast enough but when I do my smile fell. A bunch of backpacks and suitcases were right in the lobby, I walked past them closing the door behind me.
"Honey? Are we going somewhere?" I asked out loud as I walk, observing the changes around me. My notebooks, my books, my pencils and pens. They were all missing. Everything was gone. And she was in the kitchen vey quiet, watching me as I approached to her.
She walked past me towards the suitcases and pointed one. "Your shirts, folded and ironed are in this