The house with the golden windows

The little girl lived in a small,
very simple, poor house on a
hill and as she grew she
would play in the small garden
and as she grew she was
able to see over the garden
fence and across the valley to
a wonderful house high on the
hill - and this house had
golden windows, so golden
and shining that the little girl
would dream of how magic it
would be to grow up and live
in a house with golden
windows instead of an
ordinary house like hers.

And although she loved her
parents and her family, she
yearned to live in such a
golden house and dreamed all
day about how wonderful and
exciting it must feel to live
there.

When she got to an age where
she gained enough skill and
sensibility to go outside her
garden fence, she asked her
mother is she could go for a
bike ride outside the gate and
down the lane. After pleading
with her, her mother finally
allowed her to go, insisting
that she kept close to the
house and didn't wander too
far. The day was beautiful and
the little girl knew exactly
where she was heading! Down
the lane and across the
valley, she rode her bike until
she got to the gate of the
golden house across on the
other hill.

As she dismounted her bike
and lent it against the gate
post, she focused on the path
that lead to the house and
then on the house itself...and
was so disappointed as she
realised all the windows were
plain and rather dirty,
reflecting nothing other than
the sad neglect of the house
that stood derelict.

So sad she didn't go any
further and turned, heart
broken as she remounted her
bike ... As she glanced up she
saw a sight to amaze
her...there across the way on
her side of the valley was a
little house and its windows
glistened golden ...as the sun
shone on her little home.

She realised that she had
been living in her golden
house and all the love and
care she found there was
what made her home the
'golden house'. Everything she
dreamed was right there in
front of her nose!

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