 | | 2014-07-01 18:55
From blog Cat Ears & Coffee
The House On Parkwood
The last time that I saw this house, I was about 9 years old. It was a hot summer day, and I was crammed into the very back of our old station wagon with my younger brother Mark. We were with our parents, our younger brother David, and our Great Grandmother, who we called Busia. I remember not getting out of the car, but the narrow street being pretty crowded with cars. Back then, I vaguely knew that this house held some sort of sentimental importance, but it was just lumped in with the other houses and trailers that we used to live in, and would occasionally drive past. This one was even more alien to me, because I never went inside it. That and the fact...
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