Wednesday, December 2, 2015

My Idols Story...


There was a man, he was a great man. He was a tall and slender country man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He grew up in his mom and dad’s house, and raised his kids in that same house. Even after his parents passed away he remained living in the house. All the kids had grown up and moved away and the marriage ended. Years later he met another love and started a new family in the same house. Unfortunately, his charming ways got in the way of this relationship too. His new wife and new family moved out of the house and left him and the house on their own.
Eventually, he and his wife came to terms but realized they could not remain together. He would continue his charming ways and she would raise her two children on her own the best that she could. Protective of her children the mother could not stand the thought of a divorce and sharing every other weekend with her separated husband. The father was invited to any and everything that involved the kids, and would help as best he could when the mother would ask.
Years passed, the children kept growing, the father got older and so did the mother. Though the father could never give into his steady ways he realized that there would only be one person that would truly care for him and that was the woman he kept doing wrong to. The mother to his last two children was strong and independent and was always there for him no matter what. The mother always loved him too even though he had broken her heart. They could never come to terms with getting back together though because the father refused to move out of his house and the mother refused to move into the house. The house that had once been a home to so many, including her and her children, had grown old and tattered. There were holes that exposed the attic and roofing while similar holes exposed the ground beneath it. It had collected so many spare items and dust that it was hard to maneuver throughout. The cooling was applied by the windows and the heating was resorted to an old furnace at the side of the father’s bed. The mother wanted the father to live with her in her newly built and updated home, but the father could not bring himself to leave the house.
As the father kept growing older, the mother would have sudden sick spells that required surgeries and long hospital stays. There were two sick spells in which the mother could not provide and that took the family by surprise. The father took care of the children the best he could while his love was sick, and with help from the mother’s family members.
The mother would get well and they would continue to raise their children until the father had soon become too old and too sick to carry on any further. The children were old enough to take care of their mother now. On one of the fathers last days he requested the one thing that had made him the most sick and the mother told him no because what she had every really wanted most was him.
The house now sits alone, on the corner of a busy street. Wisped with the delightful thought that someone, some day may enter it again.

                                                                                The House

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