My Childhood, My Happiness.

To the rest of the world, it may be a tiny house. To me, it is my castle.

It is a small house in the country, where my grandparents lived and where I was brought up nearing the age of five. In front of the house, there is a small garden of daffodils, red and yellow tulips, roses, and a vineyard.

On the right, there used to be a handful of locust trees and a lime tree. They smelled splendid in spring when they were all in bloom.

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