"This is it." my dad said as he opened the small iron gate at the entrance. I found myself standing in front of a large white ranch house with enormous columns. The home was bigger than what I had remembered, but it still gave me flashbacks. I'd made so many memories just in front of this home that I hadn't even thought about in years. I wanted to say I was excited to be home, but tI just wasn't for some reason.
"There's my little angel!" my grandpa said as he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. My grandpa had never looked so...old. He had developed a limp in his walk and seemed extremely weary. Even though I was a bit worried about him, I smiled, "I've missed you grandpa."
My grandpa's blue eyes twinkled; I had forgotten what they looked like. "You know the way to your room." he said. I nodded my head and grabbed my suitcase. I headed up the white front porch steps and opened the large black door. I entered the front parlor, which had tall ceilings and a twisted staircase. It smelled the same as it did when I was little. Ascending on the staricase, I observed the paintings that were hanging on the wall. I noticed several pictures of myself riding on horses, that I didn't even remember. I don't even know if I remember how to ride a horse.
At the end of the hallway, I discovered my room with its door shut. It appeared as though it hadn't been opened ever since I moved. I twisted the dusty doorknob and set my suitcase on the ground. The room, with the same blue wallpaper, didn't look any different. Only containing my grandmother's old vanity and a single bed, the room was simple. Even though it was simple, I loved it. It felt like home.
