Walking ingot to the wasted space I once called my home was very um, disappointing. Absolutely beautiful home, great dogs, happy memories. All of this went away because of my parents' eager grins.
"Tracey baby, how nice to see you dear." My mother said.
"Hi mah. How a-" I was interrupted.
"Oh! Our limo is here! Bye dear love you!" My mother said still in that horrid scratchy voice.
My father didn't even look at me, he just walked on, next to "mah."
I had opened the door slowly and they left everything, shined, polished, sculptures.         Food even.
Fredrick pats my back and grabs a few of my boxes then went inside.
Fredrick opened his jaw slightly and marveled at the original wooden floor of the mansion.
He looked at the steps that greet you feet away from the door. He quickly took his phone out to take photographs of the wooden carved lions on the rung of the staircase.
The gourmet kitchen was to the right, while a living space was to the left.
We walked into the kitchen and admired the mahogany decor.
There was a dining room next the the kitchen, a lot of space, a large, beautiful table with a glossed painting on top.
We walked further and found my father's studio. It was dark with all of the black out curtains and deep red painted on the walls.
-My father was an artist and journalist, meanwhile I'm a costume designer.-
We walked back into the main hall, or entrance.
Fredrick still had a few boxes of mine in his arms and his phone in the other.
We moved onto the living space, the huge beautiful painting my father did on the ceiling and the fluffy couch that sits curved around the fireplace.
There were no walls except the the wall with the fireplace of course.
We went further on and found ourselves at a hall of bedrooms for the servants.
So we left it be.
"Are we going upstairs now or what?" I said to Fredrick still taking pictures.
He took his last photo of the first floor.

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As we walked up the stairs to the rest of the mansion, we look over the railing of the second floor and behold! The ball room. Pillars aligned the circle shape.
Two figures danced in the ball room.
Their clothes matched but they were messing around and screaming then singing obnoxiously.
"Hello!" I said.
They stopped and their height and posture were the exact same.