Seeing my mother's name and her surname, which she used before she married my father, I could not believe that it was ever going to be the same person.
The shock hit me at first, but then I tried to convince myself that it must have been someone else who bore the same name as my mother before she married, but staring at the name closely, I realised that there was a huge chance that my mother had dropped my father's name and was now working with the olive green pack in her own name.
I closed my laptop, stood up from the chair and began to walk out of a study. I got into the corridor, and instead of taking the left to my room, I took the right, walking up to a room I had not gone into for a long time.
As I opened the door to my parents' bedroom, a lot of memories began to rush into my mind while I tried to concentrate on finding what I came for.
