The child has grown and now is able to make a family structure. She makes the mom talk to the father as they discuss things like how their days are going and what's for dinner in the bottom left room which is designated as the kitchen. Each empty room is given a purpose. The bottom left has now collected a little fridge, a stove, and a table with two chairs and a baby's seat. The bottom right half has a long couch with little square throw pillows. A lamp hides in the corner and a miniature tv set sits in front of the couch. The window has collected a sticker to show the sun and the green grass outside. The middle half of the house has two rooms on each side. One is the bathroom with a little toilet and bathtub along with a sink. The other is a guest room with a bed that sometimes gets slept on when the barbies decide to visit the family. One room is the for the baby who never seems to age. A crib with a favorite blanket and one of those mobiles that go round and around. A box with toys lines one end of the room and a rug covers the floor to soften it so the baby can crawl on the ground. The lats room is the parents room where they sleep together in a large bed. A desk also occupies the room so the father can work when he needs too. The top of the house is an attic on both sides. Nothing resides in the attic but dust and old memories that are only known to the dolls.
Time has taken its toll on the house. The bright pink has now faded and holds a brown tint from all the dirt and dust it has collected. The sticker is starting to peel off the window and certain furniture has been lost with time. The baby is still in the crib while the mom and dad still sit in the kitchen eternally discussing the weather. But new things have collected in the house. A lost sock hides in the living room corner. A ribbon for academic success rests on the roof. A tennis ball that rolled in one day and never rolled back out. A G.I. Joe that took a rest from his hard battles in the guest bedroom. A dog's chew toy from when the dog had came into the room and was quickly ushered out. A love note from some forgotten admirer. A key hides under the baby's rug from the lock diary that has always stayed locked. Darkness settles over the house as a discarded sweatshirt lands over the house and they stay in darkness for awhile.
The house is jostled as it is moved from its sacred resting space. It's going to live in a new place and the owners of the house are happy for the change of scenery until they realize how dark and musty it is. They had been lonely for awhile, no one had played with them for years and the child was long gone, but they realized it was just as lonely up here as it was down there. Rays of light would sometimes trickle into the house but nothing could brighten up the mood.
The click of a door while footsteps pound up those stairs. A child's giggle, something the house hadn't heard for years. The child stopped in front front of the house and his little fingers fumbled with the latch. The house creaked as it opened revealing eight empty rooms. The dolls had long been lost and all that was left was the empty shell of the house. "Adam, where are you?" More footsteps and a women entered staring at the house with wide eyes. She reached out and gently touched the walls of the house. The house brighten with memories of it was loved and played with by those hands. Times when it's paint wasn't chipped and it was occupied by scores of toys. The house was closed and locked up once again, but this time it was happy. Happy to be moved out of the dark place and back with its loving original owner.
Time has taken its toll on the house. The bright pink has now faded and holds a brown tint from all the dirt and dust it has collected. The sticker is starting to peel off the window and certain furniture has been lost with time. The baby is still in the crib while the mom and dad still sit in the kitchen eternally discussing the weather. But new things have collected in the house. A lost sock hides in the living room corner. A ribbon for academic success rests on the roof. A tennis ball that rolled in one day and never rolled back out. A G.I. Joe that took a rest from his hard battles in the guest bedroom. A dog's chew toy from when the dog had came into the room and was quickly ushered out. A love note from some forgotten admirer. A key hides under the baby's rug from the lock diary that has always stayed locked. Darkness settles over the house as a discarded sweatshirt lands over the house and they stay in darkness for awhile.
The house is jostled as it is moved from its sacred resting space. It's going to live in a new place and the owners of the house are happy for the change of scenery until they realize how dark and musty it is. They had been lonely for awhile, no one had played with them for years and the child was long gone, but they realized it was just as lonely up here as it was down there. Rays of light would sometimes trickle into the house but nothing could brighten up the mood.
The click of a door while footsteps pound up those stairs. A child's giggle, something the house hadn't heard for years. The child stopped in front front of the house and his little fingers fumbled with the latch. The house creaked as it opened revealing eight empty rooms. The dolls had long been lost and all that was left was the empty shell of the house. "Adam, where are you?" More footsteps and a women entered staring at the house with wide eyes. She reached out and gently touched the walls of the house. The house brighten with memories of it was loved and played with by those hands. Times when it's paint wasn't chipped and it was occupied by scores of toys. The house was closed and locked up once again, but this time it was happy. Happy to be moved out of the dark place and back with its loving original owner.
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