Our Houseas i walked through our house, tears streamed down my face. it was the first time in 4 years i had been inside this house. it was the first time in 4 years all five us had been under the same roof, together. the memories of each room haunted me, for the family life was no longer there, to make new ones. our family was no longer together, living in our home.
my younger brother asked me why i was crying, and my dad looked across the room and watched. i didn't know how to explain my sadness in words, but my heart felt it deeply and my tears showed it. i looked inside the empty fridge, once packed with food, and juice, and everything else it seemed. there was barely anything in it. there was even room for the bottle of whiskey and the 12 pack of beer. we used to keep the alcohol in the downstairs fridge.
the tears came again, as i looked into the fridge, which was once ours, and is now not. a hollow feeling came over me as i realized this was the last time i'd walk in this house, expecting to see our home. it is no longer a home to me. it is only a reminder of the family that is now broken.
it hurts so much to see what a lonely place our house has become.
wildf1ower 22-25 4 Responses 0 Dec 20, 2011