Hazel stepped out of the car and breathed in the familiar scent of her childhood home. The old house stood just as she remembered, a testament to time and memories. She could see the curtains in the living room fluttering gently in the breeze, and she knew her aunts were probably inside, engaged in one of their endless debates over tea.
made her way to the front door, pushing it open with a soft creak. The hallways smelled of lavender and old books, the scent that always made her feel both nostalgic and safe.
"Aunt Clara, Aunt sop, I'm home!" she called out, her voice echoing slightly in the empty hallway.
Her aunts appeared almost immediately, their faces lighting up at the sight of her. Aunt Clara, with her stern yet loving expression, and Aunt Sophie, with her perpetually kind smile,
