Expectation
Katie Isherwood
When I was a little girl, I lived in a small house by a lake in a
secluded forest. We had lots of neighbors to boast, but very few
who would give us the pleasure of their company unless driving
by our house on the way to town. Thus, without any siblings, I
was given the freedom for an incredible imagination that worked
round the clock in my small head with no one to stop me or provide me reason when all I had were dreams.
And my favorite thing to do was to create neighbors next
door.
Now, we had real neighbors, but the house to our left was
seldom occupied and left to abandonment. I was told that the
people who owned the house used it only for vacationing and
mainly lived in Texas. That didn’t stop me from creating my own
residents of the forgotten cabin.
One day, when Mom and Dad had let me go over to play
with our two dogs in the forest, I silently decided to take a closer
look at the house. The dogs were more than happy to follow me
with nothing else to do, wagging their tails at the present enjoyment. I went up to the front door to see if it was locked. Of
course, it was. The dogs whimpered at the misfortune and we all
began to sadly go home.
However, I would be a liar to tell you that I was going to let
the fun be spoiled like that.
I took the dogs around the back of the house for another
look. Old log piles for the woodstove lined the back porch with
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