Tangled Love

I pack away the very little things I bought with me and take a seat on the bed, looking around. The room is much smaller than I remember and the decor has changed slightly.

The walls of my new bedroom are painted a cream colour, paintings of the countryside hung up on the walls. The furniture is an oak chestnut colour and consisted of a small dresser and bedside table. There's a handmade woven rug full of warm pink, red and brown tones at the foot of my bed with a matching blanket. I smile warmly, stroking the fabric.

It looks like the work of Grandma. She loved to knit, crochet and design home decor.

"Do you remember this room?" Grandad appears at the doorway and I nod, looking around once again.

"How can I forget? Some of my best memories are in this room," I respond fondly, remembering how I adored this room as a little girl. I would spend endless hours on the floor, drawing little pictures before hanging them up, covering the walls with them.

more," Pops responds, entering my room. I shuffle further up my bed, making room for him and he

It's simply beautiful, the chain glistening in the light. At the end of the chain

He

before he clasps it at the back. I run my fingers over it and turn, beaming at

"It's beautiful Pops."

your Nana's. I bought it for her on her eighteenth birthday. She absolutely adored it."

this," I shake my head sadly. He

been sat in a drawer for years. At least I get to see it be put to good use now," he smiles and I feel my heart warm for my love for him. He's such a genuinely

together and even when I shut my eyes tightly, sleep

thinking about everything, the roller