“Is this new?”
James questioned while staring at the three storey house in front of us. From out here, you can see a parking space that can fit two cars and a yard where lawn grasses are on the right side. There is also a boundary wall in color white that has two onyx black colored gates, a big one that goes directly to the garage and a small one for the people to come in.
“Not really. I think it’s been 8 years since this house was finished and when we moved in.” I told him. I took his wrist to lead him inside the gate but he is still busy looking around.
“8 years?” He repeated as I nodded. I bought him into the side yard before letting go of his wrist and taking a seat on one of the chairs in our outdoor patio. “This is where your family moved in? That’s why I can’t find you in your ol
