High in the Andalusian Mountains there sits a home, part of a small village, perched upon a steep rocky Cliffside.  The surrounding homes are placed just as precariouslyl but have be updates with modernized foundations and exteriors.  The home that is the basis for our story has had no such renovations.  It was built in 1889, as one of the original placements in the settlement. It stand in a serious state of disrepair, visible by it’s worn siding and missing shingles upon its roof.  You couldn’t tell for outwar appearance, but from inside you can feel it sway and shimmy undder high winds.  When the ociean waves crash upon the jagged coastline far below, you can almost feel the wet penetrating the walls.  The family that inhabits the home now is aware of the precarious nature of lving in such a blace, but have rown fond of it, with it’s wonderful view ant the father swerar the faoundations is still solid.  The schildren don’t know any better, but his wife is doubtful the safty of the domicile can be maintained.  She ignores her fear as the home deteriorates around them, her 2 children growing older each year, her husband ever so content with the dilapidation.  When the oldest son is 4, the entire family is awoken by and enourmous cracsh, and an ice cold wind as the father’s office, perched furthest from land, simply breaks away and falls into the ocean below.  One would think in sucha situation a move might be in order, but the father insists It can be repaired, and immune to the loss of his belonging..  His wife and kids wait for wee as he clibs down the the bas eof the mountain to gather remnant of the home which have washed ashore.   Shivering in the cold winter wind.  He is able to haphazardly seal the hole where his office once was witht the collected scraps but it doesn not appear to be as stable as it once was, and it has made the home colder with the father spoor workmanship leaving gaps in the construction. 



When the living room collapse upon itself in a pile of lumber and nails 2 years later, his wife and the yakew it was time to go, and the children as well.  But the husband offered  a simple solution, he would merely rebuild the room as a hallway, connecting thebedroomms, kitchen and bathroom, t as the living roo originally had.  The children begged, “but wehre will we play?

The father had no answer, but said that sometimes in life conessions had to be made.  The wifes health diminished,  in the cold wet air, as the father worked to reassemble the once suturdy wall into a ramshack hallway, as shoddily made as the barrier where his off ice had been.  The damage had caused the houses foundation to break ever so more loose, and the strong summer winds would almost make everone inside motin sick.  Surely and one for fear of safetay should leave such a hazardous houskk, but the family’s love for their father was so strong they chose to saty, as ill begotten as the decision bay be.



Only a few months later, the entire roorf collapsed, sverly injuring the wirfe.  WTHis was the last trwar, and no matter how her hustband begged and promised a better life, she was determined to leave, and she as thaking the children with her.  She waited for her broken leg to heal a bit, as her husband feverishly worked to rebuild the house in the hoes that she might change her mind after seeing the caliber of his work.  Bat, as usual, his workmanship was terrible, and not worthy of eany merit.  And upon completion what stood before him was little for than a pile of debris.  The 2 sons rolled their mother throught the rubbish lined floors in her whillchair, her broken leg never having healed proberly.  Everyone crying for their own personal losses.  Fohe father for the los of his family, and the family for the loss of their himme.  The mother



The mother and children moved to a ground level apartment in a neighborhing city, happy to be out of the couds.  They invited thir father come visit over the years, but he was stubbornly resigned to fixing and rebuilding his broken home, evn  over and over until his dying day never achieving his false dreams of stability eventually crashing into the riptisded that churned below, never to be seen again.  The only visible rmains being cunks of broken wood and cement,, and  hanging from the Cliffside, and in the sad eyes of his children.

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