Grandmas — House [v0.14]

I rushed over to hug her, trying not to cry. "Grandma! It's so good to see you!"

Grandma's voice was weak but unmistakable. "In here, dear!"

Later that evening, as the sun began to set, Mom arrived with a batch of fresh-baked cookies. We sat around the kitchen table, munching on cookies and swapping stories. Grandma, though tired, seemed to be enjoying herself. Grandmas House [v0.14]

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.

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. I rushed over to hug her, trying not to cry

The old wooden sign creaked in the gentle breeze, reading "Welcome to Grandma's House" in faded letters. As I stepped out of the car, the crunch of gravel beneath my feet seemed to echo through the stillness. I hadn't been to Grandma's house in years, not since... well, not since everything.

I followed the sound to the living room, where Grandma lay on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets. Her eyes, usually bright and sparkling, looked sunken and tired. But as she saw me, a faint smile spread across her face. "In here, dear

As the night drew to a close, I helped Mom get Grandma settled in for the night. As we said our goodbyes, Grandma grasped my hand, her eyes serious.