He didn't even look at me. We headed to an unfamiliar path that I didn't even think was existing. We had to go through a small forest until we reached a big old house that was somewhat similar to the houses that their family owned.
He opened the wooden sliding door and entered as if he was living there. Just as expected, the place was very similar to the place where his Uncle lives. But the difference of this place is that it seems no was is living here.
"What are we doing here?" I whispered. "Do you know who lives in this place?"
"Of course, I know." He was sidestepping, trying so hard not to make a sound, and blindly, I followed him.
"Then why are we doing this?" I said.
"I just want to surprise Grandma."
I pulled his hand which he was holding. "Grandma? You're Grandma lives here."
