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If Walls Could Talk
You are never alone.
If walls could talk, you would already know the truth about what happened at dawn that spring morning. It was so hard to witness. I felt so helpless. I knew what was coming… If only I could have warned her. If I could have uttered just a few words aloud, maybe she would still be alive today.
She was my favorite-many people have passed through those doors over the years, though none as kindhearted as her. At first glance, you could tell there was something special about her. I linger about each day with the people in this house, but they rarely notice me for anything other than a place to hang the family portrait. Sometimes they go as far as to appreciate the security I provide from the outside world. She was different though. She seemed to embrace the soul of this house! It wasn’t just a place for her to sleep and exist until the next milestone, this was her home!
I know you’ve probably heard of or experienced the essence of a house. Do you know what I mean? I’m talking about that warm fuzzy feeling that is all-encompassing as you enter a home. Or, perhaps you’ve felt a shiver down your spine as you step out of the shower and glance in the mirror that reflects the dark hallway behind you. You see, the walls of a home are like a sponge, they absorb the karma created or carried by the people there-the good, the bad, and yes…
