Things

In the summer of 2011 my grandparents' house, Which carried the memories of three generation of our family, burnt in a massive fire. Once I got there for the first time after the incident, I tried hard to salvage "them" out of the ruins and see the house once again as it was in my mind. However, I could find nothing but the burnt remains of the thing whose identities were difficult to identify. Things that we wanted them to be. Things that I didn't see before but now I was searching for their remains, piece by piece. They were these things that had made the house our home. Felt like each of them were all of our home.