My grandmother always tells the same story about my father and my aunt. It happened nearl 35 years ago, when my father was a child and my aunt was a teenager.
My family lived in a very old house, there were only three bedroom and my father and his sister slept in the same bedroom. When my aunt was thirteen, my grandparents decided to separate them but there wasn't any other bedroom, because one of them was their grandfather's room and the other one was their parents'. So they agreed to build a wall in the middle of the room. It was a good solution but they had a little problem. It was very difficult to built the highest part of the wall due to an arcade, that's why the wall didn't reach the ceiling. That was really good fot them, because my father and my aunt couldn't see each other but they could talk for hours every night. They were never scared, and always had a good time together. They invented a lot of games. For example, my aunt ham a song and my father tried to guess which song it was. Or my father started telling a story and my aunt had to continue it. And so every day, for many years.
My grandmother always says that my father and my aunt have a very good relationship because of that magical unfinished wall.
