The house where we moved when I was a baby.
The house I walked to after school.
The house where my parents’ marriage fell apart.
The house I stayed in with my dad.
The house I left when I was thirteen.
The house I returned to the day I graduated high school.
The house where I learned to cook and keep a home.
The house where horrific things happened.
The house where fantastic things happened.
The house that I brought home the man I wanted to marry.
The house my dad left when he got remarried.
The house that my sister made a home.
The house that burned.
The house that nobody cared about enough to fix.
The house that has caused so many divides in our family.
I feel like we all betrayed the house. I am sad and angry at all of us for that. My head understands the reasons, but my heart does not.
I hope the house gets a fresh start with it’s new family.