Sockie, Cheng and I arrive at the old house. We explore it and get to know it again. Places of it are dark and derelict but we don't mind. I touch the walls, the bannisters, the doors like a blind person reading braille.
Upstairs is the gallery. I look at the pictures. Sockie, Cheng and I. No one else. It means it's our house now.
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