( Amelia POV )
The bright corridor in front is illuminated by lamps mounted on the walls. Gabriel and Shamuel are truly amazing. Remembering their stories, I feel like I'm walking through the house, my old home. They have recreated everything down to the smallest detail, the interior, the furniture, the rooms. Only one thing remained unrestored - the parents.
"Where are we going, Shamuel?" He glanced at the winged angel chirping nearby.
The corridor we walk down has several doors leading to the right, and as far as I remember there are several lounges, a large kitchen and a library. The gaze is directed towards the last door in front of us, which last time was just a wall.
"It's a small place that I've put a lot of work into. I think I'll add a little history to it. When you firs
