The House That Learned To Be A Home

I sat alone, the sun shone through the old window onto the dusty tile floor. The silence weighed heavy on me. My walls were plain white like snow. I was plain and empty. One day, the front door burst wide open. When the door opened, light entered the house. A family burst through the front door. I saw them exploring every corner. Boxes started being stacked in gigantic piles and soon I began to hear giggles and laughter. It hurt a little when they stuck nails into my walls. Pictures were soon hung and suddenly I didn’t feel empty anymore. My walls are now colorful with paint and wall paper. I smell the fresh cookies and the delicious suppers being made. When the sun shines on the tile floor it is no longer dusty, but clean. Everyday I hear kids play inside and outside of me. I am no longer just a house. I am a home.