Fearless

At the bottom of the stairway that leads to the attic, I hesitate. There are only old things up there, old pictures, my life before being a wife, before being a mother. And I feel that as soon as I'd step over that threshold, I'll face my old self again, the one with all the answers, the one without boundaries, the fearless one. And fearless is what I haven't been in a long time.