"..." I can see the inside of the house, having passed through the door I see how the house feels...lifeless, not exactly empty because it's well-kept, but the atmosphere is dead in a way that makes me shudder.
"...Are they still here? This house...it was never this quiet..." My parents weren't loud people, but still, there would usually be the sound of pots and pans, or the sound of my mother watering the small vegetable garden in the yard, or the sound of my father's tools, or him tinkering with the car.
I walk calmly through the house. Before looking for my parents, I go to my room, to see how it is. On the way, I see a family portrait: a woman with short brown hair and almond-colored eyes, and a man with blue eyes and a shy smile.
In the center of them is a little girl with long brown hair and blue eyes. They are my parents and me in childhood. I looked so happy.
