Time Travel, Part Two
The same same story, from another perspective...
Sometimes she wanders the house at night, when she can’t sleep, having memorized every creak of every stair and floorboard, knowing which ones to skip. The house is small, sounds reverberate. It doesn’t seem like anything could be a secret in this house, and yet...
As a girl, she was always so surprised by how little she knew of her parents’ childhoods. They just didn’t share many stories. Especially her father. But even her mother, who grew up in the very house they live in now, shared next to nothing...and she thought it so strange that should could walk through her mother’s house and know so little of what her mother’s life had been like right here, where she stood in this moment.
