The broom whispered across the old floorboards, stirring more than dust. Memories danced in the air—echoes of laughter, tears, and time gone by. She swept carefully, afraid she might erase the past.
The broom whispered across the old floorboards, stirring more than dust. Memories danced in the air—echoes of laughter, tears, and time gone by. She swept carefully, afraid she might erase the past.
