The House Made of Stars and Tears

 

Her home—her world—was unique.

There was no other way to describe it, except to say it was a place decorated with stars and dreams of unusual shapes. Hopes painted in colors that were bright, dark, and sometimes sparkly.

Her prayers were colorful, yet oddly shaped.

Nothing was normal in Kara’s home—her world.

From the outside, it looked ordinary.

But once people stepped inside, the uniqueness of her home—her world—could be unsettling.

Some liked visiting, but never stayed for long. Others enjoyed staying, yet always wanted to redecorate it to suit their own comfort.

And while she would sometimes compromise, it never worked out.

Too much of the other person would overtake her space, leaving very little of her true self for anyone to see.

So, once again, she was alone.

Alone in her unique home—her world.

Would anyone ever want to share it with her? Probably not.

Her home—her world—was too strange, too difficult to understand.

And so, Kara sat in the living room of her unique home—her world—and she cried.