The pitter-patter of little feet, the slammed doors during teenage storms, the whispered secrets in the dark. I’ve held your laughter in my walls and soaked in your tears through the floorboards. I watched you grow—inch by inch, year by year—marking time with pencil lines on my doorframe and the changing artwork on my fridge.

My kitchen once smelled like pancakes and crayons. My living room echoed with cartoons, family fights, and holiday joy. You made me come alive with your presence. I wasn’t just walls and windows—I was a world built around your imagination.

Sometimes you left me empty for hours, sometimes for years. But I never stopped waiting. Even when I creaked with age or chipped with neglect, I was still yours.

I know where your childhood dreams were born, and where some quietly faded. And though you may forget my corners and paint colors, I remember you clearly.

You are always welcome back, even if only in memory."