Just Yesterday

I wrote this story for anyone who's ever returned somewhere only to find it changed... and yet, somehow, exactly the same.

It's about a small house tucked between grand mansions, faded and worn, but alive with memories of love, laughter, and loss. A house that holds more than bricks- it holds hearts.

This is a story about remembering, letting go, and finding comfort in the echoes of the past. If you've ever felt the pull of home, this one's for you.