She sits nestled among the trees, barely visible from one side of the road.
The clapboard is gray, having lost its colour to the elements. The faded brown roof looks intact for now. The old place has stood empty for years though someone mows the grass.
The laughter of days gone by is but a faint echo and tears a mere stain on the old wood floor. Her glory days are past and she faces an uncertain future.
The old garage is showing its age as well. Vines have climbed over one side and make their way down the front too. Soon it will disappear into the tree line.
Every now and then people stop to take photos of the sad house. Maybe one day, someone will buy the property and return her to full life again. I hope it happens soon.