Peace

This is my parents' house today. I came back to tutor my niece in English so she can graduate high school. All the old stuff got to me when I came into the house. I am staying here by myself. The quiet. The dark. And it was all overrun by my parents' spirits and their memories and all the complications of my life. Then, I was wandering around and I realized, my parents died years ago. My niece and nephew in law have lived here and since moved to California. My sister and brother in law are moving in this summer. The place is being painted. New floors are being put in. It seems like you can bring in the light during the day, and the place is cool at night. There's a conservation area right across the street for snowy morning hikes. I am staying in my father's little bed, the same one I had when I was a kid. I've made peace with the place. That's what I am saying.