The rain pattered the tattered house...The once bright red roof, now a dead, dreary, leaking roof. The once shining brown floors, now chipped, broken, and creaking. Those bright, blue walls once full of life...were colorless, lifeless, and dull. That once glorious home, was villa for the dead.
"Rain, how? Why did this happen?" I asked, saddened. My brown hair was blowing in the wind... He sighed, and looked down at me. his crimsion eyes looked tired.
"Ayr...It's because Mom and Dad left." My blue eyes widened. Mom? Dad? I looked at him, curious.
"Big brother...What did they do?" I was, of course, curious. Rain said they left the house 13 y