"I've lost my home. The home I bought, treasured, loved."
It now stands 1. The bare picture windows stare out like hollow (中空的) eyes. The flowers I planted and watered become 2, hanging low as if weeping. Putty (油灰) and paint cover the holes in the walls where pictures 3 hung.
Even though the house is empty, images 4 my mind of a time when it was filled with life.
On the driveway, we 5 our son how to ride a bike. In this house 6 both kids learned to read and write, we taught our son to tie his shoes, and for several terrible months 7 our daughter's toilet-training.
8 it was our first home, we set right to decorate, make it our own. My arm 9 aches from painting my son's bedroom wall a bright blue that needed three coats 10 it stopped appearing streaky (有纹理的). I remember the 11 to paint my daughter's room pink that never came true.
Many injuries accumulated (累积) over the years. There's the 12 my daughter tried to climb on top of her dresser and it fell over on her. 13, she wasn't badly hurt. Or the time my son fell off his bike and scraped his knees.
I remember the 14 about having a master bedroom with our own bathroom and walk-in closet. Many fond 15 are associated with the room I shared with my family. The room we talked in, embraced in, laughed in.
My heart hurts 16 we drive away from the house, 17 it in the dust like nothing more than a distant memory.
Behind me my kids' chatter fills the back seat. My husband at my side threads his fingers through mine. It's then 18 I realize I haven't truly lost my home. My home is not a structure 19 four walls and a roof. It's not something that can be bought or sold. My home is not the place I live. It's the people I live with. The people 20 here in this car.
My family is my home.
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