18 Chapter 18: Long

I stared at our two-story, almost wooden thin-walled house. The paint is almost in the process of discoloration, and even some parts have this paint bubble, like how I usually call it. It is liquid from rainwater, or could be from another source, that gets trapped inside. And when you pop it, it does not usually smell nice for it is there for too long. The land that holds the house are plain dirt with a bit of shrubs and grass that appeared just recently. It was as if sprouting for a change, the small shoots giving a shade of life against the once cream-colored house. Not financially stable and not having the luxury of time to leisurely plant and make it as fancy as our neighbor’s garden are on our top list, as to why we are not able to make the front yard pretty. The current situation of the house makes it even harder for us to look after other things aside from ourselves.