"It's nice, right? This place has so many memories; I wanted it to look livelier." Gramps let out a hearty laugh, his shoulders shaking with genuine mirth. "However, having you around makes me recall those lovely days even more." He smiled while watching the garden as we drove toward the entrance. "I always have a laugh reminiscing."
"Yeah. Like that time you fell because Melchior ran over you. I sometimes laugh at that too." Wanting to tease him, I actually chuckled, the memory vivid in my mind.
"Tsk. That darn dog. He was twice your size and yet you insisted on taking it for a walk. It always got on my nerves."
"Is he doing well?"
"He's healthy for his age. He must be waiting for you," he said as we parked. We got out of the car to look at the sprawling house. "Ah, look over there. See? I told you. He's wagging his tail right next to your mother."
