https://Voice.club - Every year, we do this. On the first day of spring, you are delighted to see me. You take me around your home. I take in every room, enjoying the warmth, the smell, and the atmosphere. Together, we work hard to clean and make sure that anyone can see your decorating skills. We go inside. I stay standing in the corner watching you put up the curtains that only come out in spring. Bright yellow covers are spread over the couches. You do a little dance while you sing something about spring fever.
The yellow adds beautiful light and an airy feel to the room, I wanted to say.
After getting things just so, you’d head into the kitchen and make yourself some well-deserved tea.
Have you forgotten about me?
A relaxing sigh escapes your lips when you sit down, careful not to leave a mess on the couch. You look up at me.
You haven’t aged a day since I last saw you, I thought.
You get up from the couch and place your cup on the coaster, taking intentional steps towards me.
The look of annoyance that replaced your smile from earlier surprised me.
“You know,” you looked over your shoulder and yelled down the passage. “I’m not the only one living here! The least you could do is help me spring clean!” The tone of your voice leaves no space for negotiation.
Within seconds, three young people stared at you, wide-eyed.
“Sorry, Mom,” said Tom, fourteen. “How can I help you?”
Dad walked in, looking equally worried.
You reached out, and you pulled me out of the bucket of water.
“Here, go rinse out the window squeegee and put it back in the cupboard in the passage!”
“Yes, Mom,” I heard Tom say.
I took in the beauty of the home one more time before being placed back in the cupboard, where I will remain until this time next year.
I glance at you one last time before darkness closes in, and the door locks with a silent click.
I was hoping to write something different without giving it away too early on that it wasn’t an actual person 