The House

The House

Once upon the time there was a house in a suburb. It was neither too big nor too small. It was a bit narrow though. The roof was flat and it also was funnily painted. There was a yellow window frame and a blue one. The bright red door was wide and had a big golden door knob. The walls were grass-green. The house got a lot of attention as everyone stopped to gaze at it.

All the other surrounding houses instead looked normal with their white walls, white window frames and even white doors. They looked alike as they had the same size, but they were wider than the colourful one and they all had also a pitched roof. The only difference between them houses were the number and maybe some stuff visible through the windows.

Although the colourful house was so famous it was quiet shy. The surrounding ones wouldn’t talk to it and if they did they would only make jokes: “And look at your roof. It is way too flat! And your colours, they are crazy, nobody likes colourful houses. Look at the way all the people look you. And by the way you haven’t got enough space neither. You are way too narrow to accommodate a whole family.” The house became very sad. One day when the other houses bothered it again, the house said to itself: “I wished I would look like the other houses.  I too want to be liked!”

The house started to dream about a pitched roof and snow-white paint. Everyday when the other houses made jokes it would imagine its new look. And so it happened that one day a new family moved into the house. First they were only two, but then there were two babies. Soon more space was needed.

The house was so excited when the builder came to lift the roof. And soon the house became as high as the other ones around. Proudly it looked at the other houses, but they only giggled: “Look at the clown over there. It has a proper roof now. So what? It still looks insane with all the colours!” And so the teasing continued. The house became desperate to become white too. Again, everyday it imagined itself to look like all the others houses.

When the painters came one day to repaint the house, it hoped they would use only white paint. First they took all the colours off and suddenly the house felt almost naked. ‘Who am I without all my colours?’, the house thought. The paint was as white as it has imagined all the time. All window frames, the wall and even the door were now as white as the other houses around. Only the golden door knob reminded of the old look.

The house felt different and even though it looked almost like all the surrounding ones, they still didn’t accept it. “You will never be one of us! You are still way too narrow!”

The house was devastated. Before it has been shy, but it was healthy and enjoyed the attention from pedestrians. Now it was depressed. Nobody would stop to look at it anymore and the other houses were as mean as always. The house tried to imagine how it would look like to be wider, but it didn’t work. All the time it had tried to be a part of the group of the surrounding houses. But it remained different no matter what it would try. In fact nobody seemed to care about the house anymore, not even the house itself. It stopped to fantasize about its future look. Instead it felt sorry for itself: “I once was such a beautiful house with all the special details and now? I am just like all the others, and even worse I am too narrow.”

The family has long gone. There wasn’t a lot of attention anymore and the house slowly turned into a ruin. The roof leaked, the paint became very grey and even one of the windows cracked. The others houses instead were as perfect as always and started to moan about the house: “You are such a fool. What are you doing here. You look like a ruin. Everybody looks at you and nobody likes what they see.”

This time the house realised something and said: “You know what, you are right. First I was the star of this street. Everybody liked to look at me. Then I became almost like you and nobody cared about me anymore. Now I am almost gone and I am being recognised again. You have been around for the same time and you have been hardly noticed at all. I have made a mistake in trying to be like you. But even though I am almost ruined, I now accept of myself the way I am! “

Then the house thought: “I once wished to be white and taller and I got what I wanted. Now I wish to become as colourful as I once have been.” And so it dreamed again and soon someone looked at the house, smiled and decided to restore it to is true beauty. Some years later it got the award for the most beautiful house in the suburb. Since them the house became brighter and brighter and it too has brought more attention to the other ones around.

by Sandy Seeber  – February, 2012 More articles by Sandy Seeber


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About sandyseeber

Sandy Seeber left behind all that she knew, travelled around the world and found her key to happiness. Sandy envisions a world full of happy, healthy, and wealthy people. Through her creative writing in particular she aims to make a difference in the world by taking her readers onto a journey of an unforgettable experience. In summer 2013, Sandy has published her first novel titled 'The perspective of things - An unusual friendship' for children and adults in German. Today she is living and working in Dublin, Ireland.
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