Mathilda’s POV

I stood in front of a small house surrounded by a fence. The gaps allowed me to peer inside; the gray house was in a state of neglect. I didn't know who had put up this fence. As I recalled, after my father's death, the house had been bought by Mrs. Cher, and the money was given to my greedy family who never cared about me.

It was sad to think of all the memories that happened here. I missed my childhood.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

A middle-aged man approached me. Dres