I looked up at the dreary sky as I got out of my mother's ride and stepped into our old house. The huge, Victorian like house where my grandparents were born. They passed away together last month and the house had been taken care of by their trusted servant since then.
My mom called for the servant once, and then twice. "Hello, is anyone here?" She called out in her highest voice. But the house and the tall looming trees surrounding us answered her calls in pure silence. My mom looked around with an air of despair. "Where is that man? He won't pick up my calls either."
I ran my fingers along the bright green plants creeping around the stone fence. "But mum, look." I pointed at the plants which stood grandly inside the gates too. "All the flowers and plants, they look fresh. Someone has been taking care of them after all."
