Day #938

Visited my grandma after almost six months. The same crooked door for almost forty years, only the colours change once in a while. Used to sit on the wooden bench just next to the brown door with my cousins and other kids who were sent to spend the summer at their grandparents'. Playing football, volleyball, hide and seek, riding bikes, picking the fruit (not necessarily ripe enough...), talking for hours, just goofing around. The place seems so empty now....