The House I Built… And the Silence That Followed

The House I Built… And the Silence That Followed

When people drove past our home, they always admired it.

The wide white porch.

The flower boxes beneath every window.

The hand-laid stone walkway leading to the red front door.

Neighbors used to slow their cars just to look at it during Christmas when the lights glowed across the roof like something out of a movie.