She glanced over the property as she walked the grounds. They would need a lot of work (a lot, a lot of work), but the potential was there.
“Mom!”
She smiled as she looked up and caught sight of her youngest. Matthew was standing at the foot of a large tree with fantastic branches reaching up, up, up above his head.
“We could totally build the coolest tree-house ever!” he called as he tried to pull himself up the trunk.
“Don’t climb too high!”
“I’ll be fine, Mom!”
She glanced over towards the old, dilapidated house once more. It looked more sad than she had ever seen a house look in this day and age, but with her boys and with her family, she was certain that it would be made beautiful again.
This house was more than just a forgotten building, it was hope for the future.
Written for this FreeWriteFriday prompt from a few weeks ago: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/03/07/fwf-free-write-friday-image-prompt-16/
I’m sorry it’s late, but I had to write for it.
Breathing In 