As I walked up the path, the house came into view. It was just as I remembered: a cozy, two-story bungalow with a wraparound porch and a garden full of colorful flowers. The paint was a bit chipped, and the roof had some missing shingles, but to me, it was still the perfect grandma's house.
The front door creaked as I pushed it open. "Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway. A faint scent of baking wafted from the kitchen, making my stomach growl with hunger. Grandmas House [v0.14]
With that, she drifted off to sleep. I looked at Mom, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. As I walked up the path, the house came into view
We chatted for a while, catching up on lost time. Grandma told me stories about her childhood, about my mom when she was a little girl, and about the old days. I listened, entranced, feeling like I was a kid again. The front door creaked as I pushed it open