I’m a house and my name is….

I’m a house and my name is….

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I don’t know who I belong to now. Once I had a family. There used to be laughter all around. The children drew sketches on the walls. Mother cooked all day in the kitchen. Father looked at me fondly in the mornings and the evenings. Grandfather, a fine gardener, planted the most beautiful evergreens, which never withered. I envied the walnut tree in the courtyard. Everyone loved it for its majesty, benevolent shade and delectable walnuts. Once during a wedding, I was decorated. Father got the latticed windows painted. Blue, yellow, magenta, purple and splendid peach! Relatives hung garlands of

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