I wander inside, noticing the familiar creaking of the floor boards. Gazing around, I am overwhelmed and I sink to my knees.
Memories echo through the deserted halls.
I hear the sound of children laughing, and I follow the noise to the kitchen. I see my sister, barely seven, surrounded by masses of hollering children in party hats, clutching brightly coloured gifts. Through the far doorway, I catch a glimpse of my mother, young and vibrant. She is arranging candles on the beautifully decorated chocolate cake. The door creaks, and a group of teenaged girls wanders in.