From the perspective of the lilac-papered wall, there was something wrong with the family the minute they walked through the bedroom door. There was no love in their embrace, no happiness as they tucked their marriage license safely into the cabinet of the wooden drawer in the corner. And the amount of objects thrown in the wall’s direction said there was no joy in the marriage itself, either.
The wall found no glee when they discovered the woman’s pregnancy, just hushed voices arguing about outrageous crib prices. No one smiled as the baby, glowing with cheerfulness, entered the gray house, just grimaced at its wails. The child stayed bubbly and bright until it began to speak and realized that these people were worn down by hardship, their wills tattered and shook by life’s cruelty. Soon it, too, had faded into the background and almost disappeared completely.
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