seemed to hold a memory of her family. The walls echoed with laught

ack at her-her parents' radiant expressions filled with love and pride, frozen in time. Elena would often sit on th

t hear the clinking of dishes and the sizzle of pans as her parents prepared delicious meals for her. The wooden

dust. The shelves were adorned with trinkets and mementos that spoke of cherished moments-a worn-out teddy bear, a

sense of nostalgia. Their scent still lingered in the air, faint but comforting. The bed, ne

iaries, and keepsakes that offered glimpses into her parents' lives before she was born. She spent hours im

realized that the memories they had created were etched into every nook and cranny.

through the branches of the towering trees, casting dancing patterns on the floor. It was in these moments that she felt the embrac