There’s my bed with its small, dirty pillow
And the blue walls and the white dirty ceiling
A roomful of memories.
There’s my childhood with my dolls
And the small truck I pulled on the floor
The smell of food coming from the kitchen
The kitchen was my neighbor.
The clock still lives on the wall
Ringing at 9:00 for school time
The cupboard smells of my clothes
That dirty bad smell of my school socks
My broken green pencil still lives in the cupboard.
There’s my torn picture of Bollywood stars
Shelves full of dust
My handwriting on the wall
In the corner I wrote with a red pen
“Well come to my crazy room”
Later I hid love letters under the floor.
Everything the same
But life is unfaithful
I am not there
I miss my crazy room
I miss that crazy time of my life.
By Roya
photo of Bollywood stars at a Kabul market stall by James Reeve
This is a beautiful tribute to your childhood, Roya. I love the details like the broken green pencil and the hidden love letters. You’ve painted a wonderfully vivid picture of your past, and I also feel your nostalgia for that simpler time in your life. Thank you for sharing yourself with us.
This is a wonderful description of your childhood room. I especially liked the love letters under the floor. That detail conjures up all sorts of complications. Well done!
Dear Roya,
My name is Carly Muir. I am currently a second year in college in California at Saint Mary’s College. Your story was so great and enjoyable to read.
Your story was so fun to read because you put so much detail into by explaining the room you once lived in. You made it seem so real and I could easily picture what the room was like because you explained it so well. I can relate to you and how you miss your room. I am 375 miles away from home at school and I don’t go home much expect on school breaks and I really miss my room too. My room is crazy too. Its filled with fun painted designs on my wall and bright colors. Keep up the great writing! I really enjoyed reading this story and cannot wait to read another!
Sincerely,
Carly