Yes, there was no doubt about it - the house was abandoned. “Hello? Is anyone home?” she yelled again, this time louder, but still, no response from inside the house.
“Hello?” Sophie yelled, but the only sound that came back to her was a faint echo of her own voice. Knowing her mother would most likely tan her backside if she entered the house, she still headed straight for it and walked up the three steps onto its long porch where she stood just outside the door that was slightly ajar. It was quite possible the home had been abandoned longer than she suspected. As she carefully and slowly drew nearer to the old house, she noticed that the front door was slightly ajar in addition to a window in the front of the house that was raised, perhaps leading to a bedroom. At present, however, it appeared to be abandoned, with shutters hanging off their hinges and doors perched open, including an unhinged screen door. Perhaps the massive oaks and tall pine trees with their hanging moss had disguised the house from the easy prey of unwanted eyes. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her in favor of shopping with her Mother, but Sophie much preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit to wear.Īs she topped a hill, Sophie saw a small house that she had never spotted during her travels in the woods, situated just inside a large copse of trees. She realized that she had been living in her golden house and all the love and care she found there was what made her home the 'golden house'.Sophie loved exploring, and today, she was making her way through brush and forest to find new places that remained yet unknown and undiscovered by her.
HOUSE WITH THE MAGIC WINDOW WINDOWS
there across the way on her side of the valley was a little house and its windows glistened golden. Īs she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze her. So sad she didn't go any further and turned, heart broken as she remounted her bike. and was so disappointed as she realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict. Īs she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house itself. The day was beautiful and the girl knew exactly where she was heading!ĭown the lane and across the valley,she rode her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other hill. When she got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother …Mom, can I go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane?Īfter pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she kept close to the house and didn't wander too far.
….and dreamed all day about how wonderful and exciting it must feel to live there. Īnd although she loved her parents and her family, she yearned to live in such a golden house… …and this house had golden windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would dream of how magic it would be to grow up,and live in a house with golden windows instead of an ordinary house like hers. …and across the valley to a wonderful house high on the hill… …and as she grew she was able to see over the garden fence. …and as she grew she would play in the small garden… The little girl lived in a small, very simple, poor house on a hill…. The house with the golden windowsAuthor: Paul Coelho
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