In a yellow-flowered sundress that hung just above her knees, Rose, a thin young woman, walked up the hill to a large three-story house. She couldn’t believe that she inherited the house that she visited many times before as a child. Her long red hair blew gently in the breeze while she stepped onto the first step. The four wood steps that she walked up, led to the large white porch with flakes of chipping paint. She was informed that the house needed some repair when she moved in.
Rose carefully tried one of the two keys in the door lock and turned it. The large antique doorknob wiggled slightly as she grabbed onto it to turn it. When she pushed the large dirty blue door open, a gust of wind blew some loose leaves from the porch inside. The first thing she saw as she stepped inside was the old mahogany phone table and chair that her grandmother sat at a lot.
The memories of visiting grandma’s flooded her thoughts as she continued into the house. A very old black and white picture of grandpa hung on the wall just above the phone table. Rose gazed at it, admiring the military uniform that he had on. She didn’t have the chance to get to know her grandfather because he had died when she was very young.
On the opposite wall were pictures of her and all of grandma’s other grandchildren. A few of them Rose recognized but others she did not. She continued right, into the living room, and was amazed to see all of grandma’s now antique furniture. Everything was just like what she remembered from the last time she saw grandma, seven years ago.
On an end table that Rose walked up to, she carefully picked up the old porcelain cat figurine that she always liked. As she examined it, on the bottom it still had a label that read made in Egypt. Grandma told her once that it was a gift from an old boyfriend who took a trip to Egypt. Rose gently sat the figurine back down and glanced around the room. She walked over to the red antique sofa that still sat in front of the large bay window and sat down.
Rose smiled and glanced around the room, soaking up the happy memories. She still couldn’t believe that grandma left this beautiful old home to her.
“Hello”
Startled out of her deep thought, Rose stood up and walked into the foyer. The movers arrived.
“Oh hello,” Rose said.
“You left your door open so I figured that it was okay to come in,” The man said.
“Yes of course… Um, as you know the boxes are labeled so just put them where it says to,” Rose said.
“You got it,” the man walked back out to his truck.
It was around 80 degrees and the house did feel a little stuffy, so she went back into the living room to open a window. She also opened at least one window in the kitchen and the bedroom at the top of the stairs. Rose decided to make that room her bedroom because it was the closest to the front door.
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