Somewhere in the capital stood a mansion proud and old. Though it was made a long time ago, it was still as beautiful as ever.
The big mansion was an all white and cheerful, which gave it a yet elegant look. With its extensive and superb body, it was spacious and somewhat cosy.
The venerable and somewhat crazy mansion with structure gave a hint of the huge capital invested in it.
Inside the mansion, in one of the rooms, in a chair sat an old yet prominent figure. The wrinkles that he had due to his old age twitched, as his eyes carefully scanned a picture in front of him.
Slowly yet steadily, a tear drop makes it's way through his half opened eyes and lands on the picture, but his hands instead of making way to the cheek, caressed a photo frame that was kept on the table beside a thin pile of papers.
The photo was protected by a beautiful frame made of wood which had carvings of flowers and leaves.
