My grandmother's house, where my mother grew up, where I grew up and where I spent much of my childhood. It was there that my brother had his first adventure pyromaniac. A place of countless family memories that was abandoned after my grandmother's death. The rust took account of the gates and the dust took over the rest. It was no longer the place I remembered. The house was put up for sale many years ago until it was finally sold. The day I took those photos, it was our family's last day in the house before being handed over to the new owner. Thus, this series has only one objective: to say goodbye.