You see me as useless. But, oh, the stories I can tell!
The jokes made around a coffee table.
A child’s laughter at playtime.
The family dinners around the television.
A mother calming her child as thunder shakes the windows.
The drunken arguments.
A father’s soft kiss goodnight…
Though my shell is decrepit,
The memories I hold within my walls will forever accompany you.
For a wooden frame and papered walls do not make a home. It is the years spent and memories made that add life to these hollowed halls.
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