She was a house that had seen many years. She had experienced the joy of shelterhood in her early days, becoming residence to a budding family, a young couple looking for a fresh life before their first child was born. She was brought to life by the husbands own hands, built to be a house that would last, but the people she held beneath her flying buttress shared no similar immortality. Years passed by, and soon she could see her residence begin to wilt like the roses in her close friend, The Garden. Soon, they became incapable of keeping her floors and furnishings well kept, and she found herself choking on the thick dust that settled in her core. The Garden, her lovely friend, became parched and weary, till she could no longer bare to look at his crumbling shell of a body. When it would rain, she would weep tears through the roof, and mold began to collect on her once posh carpets. The wallpapers peeled loose and hung in shame, the brass stairwell clouded, losing it's once miraculous glow. Finally, the family she had come to love so dearly wilted away completely, and for the first time in her existence, the house felt true emptiness.
And so she sat, her weeping only audible on a cold, blustery day, through the sound of her abandoned walls creaking feebly as they swayed with the frigid wind. All until one day, when she saw a gleam of hope in the horizon. The front gates of the home croaked back to life, a trail of white vans, like a flock of doves, crunched past the gravel driveway. She had heard the rumors of these traveling angels, of the blessings they brought to forgotten homes like herself. She could almost feel the electricity race back through her light fixtures as she felt a rush of pure joy galvanize her entire being. They had come at last... Extreme Makeover: Home Edition!