It's where we lived and grew up...
All 7 of us... At one time 13 of us... All one family...
The house now is a shell and the person that kept the house together is no longer physically there but there in spirit...
It's an old house...
But it's our house...
Which is probably why my father refuses to move or sell it and will keep it and continue to live in it until the end...
When I go back to my parents place, I go to my mother's garden with my father, when he's there he's at peace thinking about my mother... I get it and I understand...
House # 2...
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