I know I was wrong, but I felt that I was right. You had told me to walk way, and come home. (A late husband’s voice remains inside my head.) Rose Garden a place of peace.

I was only twenty when I had bought the remaining share of Rose Garden, it was my fathers place. It had brought him so much peace in the world.

I never thought the history was so rich, and so vivid. The walls spoke of its time, residing beside the beach.

Now the day has come as I lay down, what will be my last night here inside Rose Garden.

A few remaining students wishing to report for classes, about the history of the home before it is set to be demolished.

The front door thumped.
Charles made his way to the front door switch, to allow the door to sway open.
He had always loved that piece inside the home. Spooked the crap out of guests, thinking a ghost had opened the door.

“You must be Rachel, Carl, David, Mary, Anne, and Mathieu. Welcome to Rose Garden.”