I remember cold winter nights, rain on the big windows, the rhodie was still living large in front of the window in the living room. The lilac tree probably had yet to make an attempt on my life. Wooden floors. A fire place. The Dan Debower chair. Doing laps around the first floor with my brother, baby-gate hurdles included. Grass in the backyard, tall enough to lose a little sister in. Mom playing Zelda. My step-dad singing with gusto to whatever was playing on the CD while cooking dinner for us kids. Mom making hot cocoa for my 15 guy friends after a game of football played in the snow. A little girl with curls who could go to the moon but still knew we weren't really having monkey brains for dinner. The Tuna (before he was The Tuna) at the computer in the corner, The Boy perched beside him.
A house full of people who loved each other even though we didn't always get along.
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