"The place is almost done" she chirped like a soft singing bird. her hair, long curly deep red like a forest in the midst of fall, skin pale but glowing with life, freckles slppered on her face, and a large smile.

She skipped to the living room and turned to a door. "Only one last place to clean, I wish I did this sooner." she exclaimed.

Opening the door she was greeted to a familiar scratching m...

I am greeted to the sound of soft rain and chirps in the morning. I take a deep breath one that gets a little more difficult every morning. Listening to the rain I feel at peace, drip, drip, drip and then a splash socking yet familiar. I watch him run and play untill he has no more energy left. He walks in with the biggest smile on his face, oh how happy it makes me feel to see him joyful. I make ...