Ali

I look out the window and see my childhood home just the same as it always has been. The massive home has twenty seven rooms and thirty restrooms. All decorated and designed by my late mother. She had a way with decorating and making everything homey and classic. Goddess, I wish I had known her. The lawn is still landscaped to perfection, not a single rose or flower out of place. I watch and think back to the many hours Gin and I would run in this same yard all those years ago as we came up the long driveway.

The car comes to a stop right in front of the main entrance and I see my old nurse maid, Nan, standing there. She is older but even with the now white hair and age that shows on her face I would recognize her anywhere. Excitement fills me and I don’t stop to wait for someone to open my door and jump out quickly. I run up the stairs and embrace her quickly as she does the same. I can hear the strain in her voice when she says she is so glad for me to be ho