GRANNY'S SECRET

Mia stepped into her grandmother's home, a quaint, old-fashioned house nestled at the end of a winding, tree-lined road. The living room was cozy but cluttered, filled with antique furniture, family portraits, and an old clock that ticked rhythmically in the background. The air was thick with the warm scent of freshly baked cookies, a familiar comfort from her childhood. Sunlight streamed through lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the worn wooden floor.