If houses were teeth, everyone would be lined up, perfectly straight and white. But our house is out of line, disgusting and unpleasant. It used to be fine before mum had died, all cleaned and polished. Soothing and sweet. Nothing like home sweet home… Suddenly things started to change after emotions had filled the whole house, clouds started to appear only near our house… All of us missed mum a lot. Gradually, things started to move, pictures, paintings and clothes of Mum started to pile up everywhere in our home. I guessed we missed Mum a lot and it was starting to show. I wondered what would’ve happened if she was still here.