What is my story, you ask? Well you may not believe it, but I was young once. So full of life. I stand here a ruined skeleton of what I once was. Once, I was full of love and happiness. Once, I held so much joy within my walls that I nearly burst.
My people built me from the ground up. They were young and happy, newly married. Excited for their future. I remember their joy and laughter. I sheltered them, and helped them start their life together. I never knew of such love, and never dreamed that love could grow to something more.
Then they had babies. Their laughter and happy shouts echoed through the hallways and carried on the wind around me. They played and learned and grew up in all my rooms. They felt happiness, frustration, love and heartbreak within these walls. They learned how to climb the trees around me and jumped from their branches to my roof. I always caught them.
Those babies grew up and left the house. My people were saddened by the emptiness around them, but still they were happy. So was I. They carried on with their lives together, reading by the firelight or sitting in quiet contemplation. Contented by the love that I surrounded them with and the love they had for one another.
One day, the oldest of their children came back, and brought a baby of her own. I shared in the happiness of my people when they saw that baby for the first time.
As time went on, all the children came back, grown and having their own families. They never stayed long but when they were all together, joy filled up the heart of this house.
Eventually all those children grew up too. They came to visit, but not as often. My people grew older and older, until one day, they had both left me. I know that they left to be in a better place, they would have stayed if they could. But I am alone. Their children came to see me after they had gone but they simply shook their heads and walked away with tears in their eyes.
Now I stand here by myself whether rain or shine. I stand tall against the harsh sun and gusts of wind. I have no one to keep me company anymore except for the squirrel who keeps his winter store in my attic. I am happy to lend shelter to him.
Oh, but I miss the laughter of children and the contented sigh of my people after a long day’s work. Comfortable in their chairs, while I shielded them and kept them warm. Far away from the dangers of the night.
I know I look a mess, but I promise I would make a good and happy home for you and your family. I need ever so much help to look as I once did, old house that I am. But, if you should choose to love me and care for me, you can bet that I will be the best house you ever had.