Adam’s P.O.V.
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow through the windows of Gran’s old house. I had spent the entire day helping her pack her belongings as she prepared to move to the elderly home. It was a bittersweet moment, filled with memories of the countless hours I had spent in this house as a child. Gran didn’t seem to mind this moving day at all, all she had done all day was boss my brothers around. The thought of her leaving this familiar place was a difficult one to accept for me. I had been considering buying the house and keeping it in the family, but financial constraints had made it seem like an impossible dream nowadays.
As we sorted through her belongings, memories flooded back to me, family gatherings, holidays, and birthday parties, the comforting fe
