The House


The house we lived in was an average size, but as a kid I thought it was a palatial mansion. The house we lived in was filled with love. The house we lived in was overflowing with interesting characters that came and went through our front door and our lives. The house we lived in was warm and comfortable. The house we lived in was crazy at times, especially because my sister and I were always fighting, and I mean always. The house we lived in was a place to be yourself. The house we lived in was safe. The house we lived in was near a lake. The house we lived in had a septic system instead of city sewers, and that made me never want to live in another house with a septic system. The house we lived in was green when I was growing up, and then it turned blue. The house we lived in was filled with animals, all kind of animals, it was a safe place for animals. The house we lived in was always full. Full of people, full of food, full of clothes, full of love, full of tears, full of faith, full of laughter, full of secrets……full, full, full. The house we lived in was full of privilege. The house we lived in was generous, always generous. The house we lived in was filled with little “chetchkas” or trinkets that were never thrown out.

The house we lived in was never empty until that one ice cold day in December, when the house we lived in was emptied and silenced forever.

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