An innocent child's laughter, her pink dress dancing with her as she twirled for the excited parents showering her with bubbles, popped in my head. They let the bubbles rain around her, creating a rainbow of colors as the sun's rays reflected on them.
I exhaled a long sigh, my eyes falling on the vines of the locked gates.
The mansion had been vacant for years. Its accompanying garden at the back was surely filled with dead grass and flowers.
This place had been magical when it housed a family of three. And there was no day that the gates were ever locked closed.
Even at night, it remained open, and guests were welcomed.
I never understood how that worked and why I often saw strangers in our house. My parents would tell me to play in my room or stay away from the main house so their esteemed guests wouldn't catch even a glimpse of me.
After their unfortunate deaths, things slowly became clear.
