The sound of steps in the empty rooms echoed eerily in the rooms. The rushing of startled mice in the walls subsided rapidly as Hendrik walked through the wooden floor. The glory days of the house were long past. Hendrik could remember sitting there with his grandma, decades ago. He was just a boy then, concerned with nothing else than playing as much as he could. He saw something glistening in a corner, squatted and found a silvery marble. He chuckled softly.
He walked into the bathroom. The roof was falling apart, and plaster dust covered the shiny marble floor. He sighed and backtracked into the kitchen. He remembered the times when he had sat on this high stool, feet dangling, with red, frozen hands after playing in the snow too long, enjoying the heat of a bowl of hot, steamy chocolate. Hendrik smiled again, lost in his thoughts.
The iPhone suddenly rang, shaking him out of his reverie. Where had he again stored the laptop? He sighed. Gone where the days when you could do your homework with a pen, a paper and a dictionary. He hurried towards the door. Maybe someday his granddaughter would walk through his home, in many years, remembering good times... but for now, she needed to learn and build her future.