|AILA|
It has been a few days since my last conversation with Sandro at the gazebo but I can still remember everything that he said to me. His words are now engraved on my mind.
Today is election day and since all of them left the house, our parents decided that I should stay at the ancestral house of our grandparents.
As I entered our ancestral house, I immediately saw both of them. Lola is sipping elegantly on her coffee while Lolo is busy reading his daily newspaper.
“Oh, you’re already here. Come, take a seat!” Lola greeted cheerfully and patted on the vacant seat in front of her. The day is still young and they have nothing to do yet aside from their usual routine.
Even if they already aged, they are still actively managing their business even if their children already told
