No no no.
It's not true.
It can't be true.
How could this have happened?
Just get up and leave like that?
I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the empty land.
Our house left us.
And to make it worse, it took dad.
"So it's true!"said mom, shocked.
I didn't realize she was standing there. She must have arrived a few seconds ago. I was caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't even hear her.
Looking at the land where our house once stood, it looked like a dust of anti-matter swallowed most our property. All that remained reminded me of a construction sight. The only thing remaining were bits and pieces of metal, and our confused cat who was sniffing relentlessly at the empty land.
I knew our house was unhappy. It made it clear that it wanted more affection and attention.
How can you, when you come back home tired at the end of the day. God knows we tried so hard.
It made numerous threats about finding a better place.
"One day you'll come back and you won't find me here".
But it's just a house. You don't take these kind of threats seriously.
Or so we thought.