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October 19, 2011
Where is it ?
I looked in all the draws, in the bedroom......the closets , even the kitchen....
where could it be........ I know it is late and it is dark in here but hey I need
to find it.... No, No .. do not turn the light, just leave me... It could be down
stairs or up and yes..I have lived here long and I know every inch of this house.
right there at the bottom of the stairs is where we stood as my son ran aeound
the house and came back asking if he could do it again...... ... No there was
a wall there ... we took it away for a large dinning room we wanted......... yes
we put hardwood floor everywhere and there by the door is where my daughter
stood at sweet age of five and declared she is going away since our was was
ugly (with all the constructions)! she would stay with her grandmother until the
the house was pretty again. And there, there in the family room our ritual was
to take big white plain papers and bring out all the crayons, glues, glitters and
draw free form, all of us for hours, laying down on our bellies side by side drawing,
putting the colors together, mixing them with the glitter and glue and then proudly
displayed them afterward. Da ddy, Daddy,,, I am artistic like you ... mydaughter
would say with a smile on her face.
Posted by Idinraha at October 19, 2011 03:54 PM