The House With The Golden Window

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 if 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 realized 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 realized 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!