Margaret Morris owned a large house, a large house to fit a large family. A large house for walls and walls of photos and inspirational quotes. A large house for an office and a large kitchen, because God knows how much Margaret enjoys cooking. So much so, she owned her own bakery. Every Sunday she would make large, homemade lasagna, and all of her children would thank her graciously. Her husband would kiss Margaret on her left cheek and tell her, “It looks great, honey.” Margaret and Mark were in a happy marriage with three children: Marie, Michael, and Mabel, whose ages were 18, 17, and 16 respectively. All of the children had dark hair with dark eyes, similar to their mother. With pale skin just like their father. The faint flicker of the …show more content…
There were now a million empty rooms with millions of missing people. Yet, her kitchen began to shrink. There was no longer room for any more goods. Eventually, her house was filled with cakes and cookies. The days passed by slow and the nights even slower. She could not remember how long it had been since her home had been full. She could not remember even her birthday, or how old she was.Every day, more and more memories would leave her. Leaving her with empty spaces. Too many blanks and not enough to fill them.
Margaret eventually sold her bakery. She had forgotten all of her recipes. She had become too weak to go to work every day. She would spend her days sitting at the kitchen counter, staring off. As she would stare, she would look for somewhere. A place that wasn’t so lonesome, a place where people would fill her large house. She never saw past the tile floor.
One morning, Margaret awoke in her bed. The sun was shining on the walls, creating a spotlight on the family portrait that hung above her dresser. She could not move. She was far too tired to get out of bed. Her limbs felt heavy and her chest felt empty. Her wrinkled hands shook as she tried to lift her fingers off the bed. She was