When I returned to the house, everything was just like I had pictured. My brother's room was cleared out, except for the furniture and some of his books. The family portraits had been taken down. I wondered where my mum had stored them.
My room was exactly the way I left it. The pen that I had used on that day was still on my dressing table. The stack of sticky notes was beside it, just like I had left it. For that moment, it felt like the past three months were a dream. It felt like I had travelled back in time to that day when I was just about to leave for school.
Was it all a dream?
I sat down, carefully unzipping my bag. It wasn't a dream. Everything that I had used in the hospital was sitting neatly in the bag. "Wash up, honey. I'll do the unpacking." My mum said.