onlyadream (281 posts) Wed Feb-18-09 07:38 PM
To whoever you are,
I walked through your house yesterday, it was in shambles. The pipes burst and the first floor was destroyed. Despite this, I could easily see that your house must have been beautiful and it must have been very hard to leave it. And you must have left in a hurry, because when I opened the oven, there was chicken fingers, cooked - sitting on a baking pan. The place was a mess, there was garbage everywhere; poop in the bathtub and a dead cat in the corner. Words can't describe how bad it smelled.
When I got to your little girl's room, all I could do was shake my head. It was bright pink, there was a doll on the floor.
I don't know you, I didn't even know that the house was a short sell. The pictures on the internet showed a clean, nicely decorated house.
I cried for you and your family, because I could be you. I also cried because you are one of many, and it's so sad.
I've sat in my home, and watch the news, hearing about people like you. I shook my head thinking how you must have lived beyond your means. I'm sorry. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. But now I know, now I see and I really am sorry.