Around noon, we arrived.
A landscape with massive grass fields; every hundred meters was a house, and ours was on a little hill at the end of the street.
I don't know anything about this house; besides that, it will soon be mine, it because of that being mine now, and that it was a house my mother had inherited herself.
I don't know if she grew up in here, if she had ever been here, or from whom exactly she had inherited it. She didn't talk much about her past or her childhood.
Mostly about my father, some romantic moments between them that she had conjured up, as well as her wishes for the future and how we will be a happy family if only she would get his attention.
How everything was my fault, how I couldn't behave, wasn't having my father's looks, how I was not happy and childish, how I was unable to get his love.