GENERATED USING META AI
I walked down the staircase of the now empty house with a small box in my hand. The sound of my footsteps echoed with every step I took. Almost everything had been cleared out. The furniture, refrigerators, air conditioner, the television and so much more. It was now more of an empty space. I had come to clear out the last of our belongings in the attic before the new owners would move in.
I couldn't believe this house was being sold. This house had been my safe haven right from when I was a kid. My family and I would come here for summer breaks every holiday. I remember thinking how magical this place was as a child. I guess it probably was. A lot of good memories were made here. I learnt how to dance the waltz here., I learnt how to swim here, I baked my first cake here. I had my first kiss here also. There were just too many memories I had here.
It would be hard learning to live without this place anymore. The deal had already been closed. The house was sold for good. With my Parent's death two years ago, my uncle had insisted on selling the house and there was nothing we could do about it. He refused to see reason with us. He was only after the money he stands to gain from it and didn't even care about us.
My Mum had always loved this house. She said this house always brought us together as one big loving family and she was right. It was like a ritual. Every summer break we would all march down here no matter how busy we were with our lives. She accepted no excuse from anyone. It was mandatory for all of us to spend our summer there.
I looked around the house one last time, relinquishing the memories I had of it, memorising every detail of the house into my heart. Even though the house was no longer ours. It would forever live on in my heart.
I walked to the living room, or what used to be the living room, spotting the small fireplace we used to sit around when we were kids listening to my Dad play the piano for us. A small tear slipped out of my eyes. I missed them so much, I realized.
My parents were my rock but death had to take them away from me in a tragic accident two years ago. Now I was left in this world all alone with just my little sibling Ella.
I moved to the kitchen and sniffed the air, remembering when my mum would often bake cookies in here and the whole house would smell of cookies and ketchups. Or the times she would bake my favourite smiley face cake every morning of my birthday. Her and my sister Ella would sing aloud around the house while I blew out the candles. I smiled weakly. All those years and memories appeared before my eyes like a flash back.
I dropped the small box I had in my hands on top of the kitchen counter and opened it up. The box was all dusty and filled with dirt and cobwebs. I blew out some of the dust with my mouth and wiped the remaining with my hands. After it looked a bit less dusty, I wiped my hands clean with a small rag lying by the side and then proceeded to pick up the first thing inside the box. It was a picture of me and my dad on the back of a horse. I swallowed hard as I thought back to the good old days. My dad and I had won the horse race competition. We had celebrated that night, and danced around the house like there was no tomorrow.
I picked up another item, it was my diary from when I was a kid . I opened the last page. It read
"Dear magical house, Thank you for the memories. I hope to make more with you when we come again next summer. Please be good and stay in great shape. Till we meet again."
A small laughter escaped my mouth at my childish writing. But indeed, I really should thank this house for the beautiful memories it gave me. I might not own you anymore, but I would forever own those memories we made here, I thought.
Making one final last glance around the place, I hung my bag, held the small box in my hand, whispered a thank you to the house and walked away.