Young-Unseen-Artists

It was a garden like any other. A patch of grass behind a beautiful house. A mansion, some would say - but it is only a mansion if there are a few people living in it. For the Stewarts, a family of twelve, the big building was a tiny house. Three generations lived there, and three generations shared the garden. The children would be outside in the mornings. After lunch, grandmother and grandfather would sit on the ground under the big old oak and reminisce about their days. Then Mr Stewart, the father, would come home and enjoy an evening chat his wife. After dinner, the sun would set and the garden would become quiet, resting for the next d