--Vladimir Nabokov, 1947. Three years ago, my family and I moved to Erie, Michigan.

Our old one story home was scooted up to a ranch style house built in the late 1960's.

Kay Luis lived there. She was an older woman, around the age of fifty, who welcomed

anyone into her heart. About three months ago, Kay died of leukemia. She left behind

her house on Cambridge street in Trenton, Michigan. My grandparents, who now live in

our old home, had become very close with Kay. Close enough, that Kay had left her home

in the care of my grandma and grandpa. Because of their low income, my grandparents

decided to sell Kay's home. Before they put it up for sale, they let me tour the house that

I had played in as a child. As soon as I walked in the front door, I realized that the home

was kept exactly like Kay still lived there. Walking from room to room, I noticed the

house sold to a deserving well-off couple. After much screetiny, my aunt and uncle

Still hanging on the front door was a welcome sign. Even now I felt welcome into

surface. The den had an older style organ sitting towards the edge. Molding had fallen off

stood there with a smile always. Kay's home, old and fragile, may die along with her.

they were the eyes of Kay. She would stand in her windows and watch the neighborhood

Creamy tan in color, welcoming with cookies and pillows, yet faded and chipped.

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