The Loud House

Big and empty is what comes to mind when I think of it. Uncomfortable mostly, but we had to make do, Mama said Daddy was experiencing a setback. I remember how it sheltered me in the good days and how it silenced my voice in the bad days, how it made Sisi so restless. She was a dreamer, Sisi.

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