“I’ve lived in this house for over 50 years,” Edna begins, her voice a mix of pride and nostalgia. “Harold and I raised our two kids here, watched them grow, and eventually send them off to start their own families. Now it’s just me, but every inch of this yard holds memories of the beautiful life we built together.”
Every blade of grass, every hedge, every tree was lovingly tended by Harold. He had poured his heart into making their little plot of land a sanctuary. Though her son Tom often visits to help maintain the property, the house is mostly quiet now—a silent haven filled with love and cherished memories. … See Below
