"I wish your paintings said otherwise," she muttered when I refuted as strongly as I could without being disrespectful and in strong denial.
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And that was how I found myself in a house I never knew my father owned. I got down from my car and walked to the front door. The place was kept and the front lawn looked like it had just been mowed.
The smile of grass filled my nose as I continued forward. I tried to see tap positivity from the beautiful scenery I was opportune to see. It was not very different from my parents' house in the city but this felt peaceful as it was surrounded by nature.
I opened the door and walked into the house. It was just as neat as I had expected from what I saw outside. I could guess that it was cleaned recently. it gave off a feeling that made me feel like someone had been in the house.