KR SS | *Childhood Romance* (Ch 1 to Ch 4) - Page 47

Hello all my lovelies. I'm so sorry about the late update. But my exams were going on. Without further delay, here is the next update. Go read it on and I'll see ya at the bottom of the page.

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Childhood Romance

Chapter Three

The next few months went by quickly, yet slowly. I can promise I didn't realize how these months passed by. I was numb. Numb in realizing that my father had actually left me alone. Numb that I was alone. Numb thinking that things were changing. Drastically. Sometime during all that depressing chaos, Reyaansh had turned seventeen and I had quietly clocked fifteen, uncelebrated. Obviously. I had lost a precious Father who unknown to me had suffered from epilepsy all his life. When I got to know about it I was mad at my mom. All I would say the other day was if you'd tell us before, we had been prepared for this today. But my mother said he had not had a seizure since their wedding day and was unsure of what had triggered the attack on the day he died. Maybe it was because he hadn't been on his epilepsy medicine for a long time. He had assumed he had outgrown the disease.

I still remember the day we had buried him. We buried him at the age of 54, amidst high pomp and festivity. So many activities buzzed all around as my family prepared for Daddy's funeral, but it went by in a haze, as I was still lost in the suddenness of his departure.

Throughout the turmoil, I remember Reyaansh being there for me. We never really spoke, but he was physically and emotionally by my side - a strong pillar whose presence soothed me all through the painful ordeal.

It was three months after Daddy's funeral. Nothing was normal. It was the same as it was three or more than some three months back. I used to watch my mom cry to sleep and remember Reyaansh singing me to sleep. I still used to have those nightmares about my death. It was a Friday morning when I noticed the pile of green passports on our dining table.

"What's going on?" I asked my mother who was busy searching her huge handbag for something.

Eyes puffy red from constant crying, my mother replied, "Our appointment at the American embassy is tomorrow."

"What? Why?" I'd stuttered.

Mummy didn't bother explaining further. She was lost in her mourning for my Dad and I was lost in my own fog, unable to comprehend that many changes were about to affect my family.

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