a house

for i hate that house,it holds only sorrows,tears,and frustrations. when i walk in all i can hear is the past,the couple fight over ubserd things,the little girl crying looking for her parents who have left and not told her,the boy slamming his door because no one seems to understand. It only smells like salt and wet dog,the only happyness in that house is the small room in the back,the craft room,where the little girl could express herself and not be afraid of what she had done this time or what was wrong with the boy.But now,the boy is gone,and the man too,they only come back every now and then and when they do there is some joy but she knows there is bound to be sadness especially when the man comes home,for he is a scary man that is always mad...but when the boy comes home she will then be happy,for her bast friend will have returned.