Family Bonds.. (Part 1)
The lock refuses to open. I turn the key a several times, and then the heavy iron lock finally opens.. On pushing open the door, the smell of dust fills me up. I cough, and make my way through, getting rid of the cobwebs that were sticking to me. I keep my bags in the corner of the living room, and go about scanning the other rooms. The wooden floors creek as I walk on them, and it feels like they may break any moment. The entire place is covered with dust and the stench of the dampness does not go away even after I spray the entire bottle of the room perfume! I tie my hair back, pick up a cloth, and start dusting the furniture's. The dust particles fly, as I lift the white cloth off the chairs and tables. ..... While cleaning this old house, in which nobody has lived for years, old memories make their way to me. I find old pictures..some of me, and some of others. My parents when they wee young, me as a kid, me with my grandparents.. Old diaries, filled with feelings, and walls wi...