Family House

Date: 3/30/2020

I was in a big building that was a sort of shop, sort of home. Many of my family members lived and worked there, and we’d visit the store. It had spices and trinkets for sale. I even saw some of my friends there. Years skip forward, and I revisit the building, but time has withered it to decay. On the walls, every single family member has written their name on the wall, and I write my name on it with my parents’ as well.