See this small house, it's where all my siblings and I lived with our parents. Two bedrooms and one bath.Eat in kitchen and a living room. Big yard. Here's the real sad part of this....11 kids and 2 parents. I have always teased that our parents stacked us like cord wood. For the older of us kids it was not good. The younger had more room , food ,clothing, etc., after the oldest kids left home. Two boys joined the service, two girls married. As you can see, there is grass growing in the yard. All of us kids running around keep the grass wore off, especially a ring around the house. Thinking of that , it's so funny now.
My parents used to make me angry. They did not do right by us, some times. Not all was bad, mind you. We had a our moments of joy. As time went by and another child left that tight little nest, the grass grew and a sadness took over that corner lot. The boys , most in service, the girls married or working, or both. The parents , sometimes, alone , in that wee house, which must have felt like a barn , so empty. But any special occasion and we would all pile right back into that little house and share a meal and lots of love. All's well that ends well. xoxo