I was looking at the old house that I used to live with my grandparents. And now, I was all alone. As I was knocking on the door, it was being opened by the one and only, my family solicitor. “Ah, you’re here. I was wondering when you will arrive,” the solicitor said as he was ushering me in. I was taking in the house that did not change from the last 4 years I left it. I was looking at the portraits of my father and mother as well as my grandparents. I missed them all. “In here. Everyone is here,” he said as I was arching my eyebrow at him. “Everyone?” I thought I was the only living relative of my family. “Yes, your cousins,” he said as I walked into the room and I saw there was a person that was sitting in front of the mahogany desk before the solicitor was taking his place behind

