on the 9th of April 1912 me and my sister arrived at Hampton manor in Ireland with our father. the luxury 9 roomed house, stood in the middle of nowhere, it seemed like that, surrounded by 5 aces of land. this was home now. the driver flicked his hand over his hat, directing us to get out.
before we could open the doors the driver had already opened the door for us. as we slid out from our seats onto the wet turf, mud spitted at our legs as we walked, i turned, and smiled politely before walking on.