Coming Home to a Yellow House

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I fell in love with the yellow house the first time I saw it online. I’d been scrolling through house listings and dreaming of moving out of the house I’d come to hate living in. The brick box where we’d lived for the past seven years was a house of tragedy for our family. Horrible things had befallen us there, and the weight of those memories sat heavily upon our family, but the financial reality of years with a chronically ill child meant that moving seemed unlikely. So I looked at house listings online and dreamed of the day when we wouldn’t have to live there any longer

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