As you enter the attic, the smell of dust and age hits you like a truck, making it hard to breathe. The room is full of old boxes and furniture covered in blankets, having decades of history decaying under a layer of dust.
Though, in the back of the room, something catches your eye with a glint of gold. Under the high-up window, the light bounces off of a golden-framed family portrait lying alone against some boxes. It looks pristine, compared to the rest of the items in the room- lacking even a speck of dust. Lying next to the frame is an old axe- the same as in the photo. A memento to what built this place.
Looking at it, your eyes become wet, finally seeing its age and beauty. Like a monument to their love, this family has shaped this house for generations- building upon it. Looking at the photo, in it is a group of men and women building the structure of the house. Faces you’ve seen throughout other portraits in the house. This family built and upheld this house for generations, you finally observe. And you took it away.
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Though, in the back of the room, something catches your eye with a glint of gold. Under the high-up window, the light bounces off of a golden-framed family portrait lying alone against some boxes. It looks pristine, compared to the rest of the items in the room- lacking even a speck of dust. Lying next to the frame is an old axe- the same as in the photo. A memento to what built this place.
Looking at it, your eyes become wet, finally seeing its age and beauty. Like a monument to their love, this family has shaped this house for generations- building upon it. Looking at the photo, in it is a group of men and women building the structure of the house. Faces you’ve seen throughout other portraits in the house. This family built and upheld this house for generations, you finally observe. And you took it away.