The
little girl lived in a small, very simple, poor house on a hill and as she grew
she would play in the small garden and as she grew she was able to see over the
garden fence and across the valley to a wonderful house high on the hill - and
this house had golden windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would
dream of how magic it would be to grow up and live in a house with golden
windows instead of an ordinary house like hers.
And
although she loved her parents and her family, she yearned to live in such a
golden house and dreamed all day about how wonderful and exciting it must feel
to live there.
When
she got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside
her garden fence, she asked her mother is she could go for a bike ride outside
the gate and down the lane. After pleading with her, her mother finally allowed
her to go, insisting that she kept close to the house and didn't wander too
far. The day was beautiful and the little girl knew exactly where she was
heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until she got
to the gate of the golden house across on the other hill.
As
she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she focused on the
path that lead to the house and then on the house itself...and was so
disappointed as she realised all the windows were plain and rather dirty,
reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict.
So
sad she didn't go any further and turned, heart broken as she remounted her
bike ... As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze her...there across the way
on her side of the valley was a little house and its windows glistened golden
...as the sun shone on her little home.
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