My reality is placed on silence as I wonder about my grandson’s imagination
Can I go see my little house? 
A choice I had to make, do I expose the truth or tell him a lie?
I chose to show him reality, but fed him a make belief world once I closed the door back on the bush.
“Grandson, this will always be your little house. You can enter within, when you sleep tonight. Once you see the door, go inside. In there is a home, which only you can dream.”
Not sure if he understood, but I do know, he doesn’t forget what I tell him. Maybe, when he sleeps my words will return and guide him to the little red door. Then, he can create his own story.
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Daily Post Photo Challenge ~ Story
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” — Ansel Adams
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