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She feels she is losing grip.

The house lacks warmth. The garden is wild and kitchen greasy.

Her son’s room has junk that he refuses to part with. Her study is full of unironed clothes.

Only the bedroom feels okay…..except for the unread books on the side table.

She doesn’t read or paint anymore, cooks without feeling and work no more charms her.

She just can’t and no one notices.

Has she lost the zeal or has the house quietly outgrown her?

The house doesn’t feel like hers anymore.

And maybe, she thinks, neither does she.