The two sides of the house. 

Once upon a time there was a house where children's laughter echoed off the walls. The kitchen smelled of Sunday lunch, bicycles rang in the yard, and in the evening lights filtered through the windows of the rooms into the darkness. The house was not only made of bricks - it was built of words, promises and shared dreams. 

Two people signed the property papers: husband and wife. When their paths parted, it didn't get any easier. The divorce papers lay deep in the drawer, but the promise the husband made remained in his heart: "Stay here with the children until they grow up." 

Years passed. The children grew up, moved far away. The house became silent, but the walls preserved the echo of every laugh. Every morning the wife grabbed the same doorknob, stroked the same walls, and never thought that she could ever be a stranger to him. 

Now, however, the husband sees it differently. He has a new partner behind him, and the ownership share is a paper value that can be exchanged, sold, or turned into money. But can the real value of the house be measured in a forint amount? 

The question hangs between the two of them: 

Whose home is this? A property right, or the heart of the person who has lived half their life here? 

The court may pass judgment, but the decision will not be made by walls or papers – but by the human heart. 

And what will be the fate of the house? The story remains open here. Because there are questions that are answered not by the law, but by humanity.