# WritcoStoryChallenge

The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. As I walked up the creaking steps to the front door my heart filled with emotion. I hadn't been here since my childhood. I walked through the door and down the hall that led to the living room. Living...No one had lived here in many years.

Yet I could still here the piano playing in the parlor as my granma used to call it. I wandered past the dining room into the kitchen. I could smell the bread baking in the oven.

My granma loved to cook for us. I could hear her voice saying "Go out to the garden and pick me some peas to cook up for dinner."

Her garden had filled me with awe as a child. I was in heaven amongst the cabbage,peas, corn and strawberries. She taught me how to make my own jam from that garden.

The memory of the scent of her favorite perfume brought tears to my eyes. I was crying not because of the loss but of the joy those memories gave me. I would take those memories with me in my heart.

I walked back out of the house and down the steps knowing that the next day the house would be gone. They were clearing the land to build something new. It would be as if granma, her house and her garden had never been there. I was okay though because all I had to do was close my eyes and remember.

© wallaani