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"Confirmed. The house is in bad shape. Oh, not bad shape actually, it is in ruin. Those are the photos."

"What happened to the lovely house? The house built from sacrifices, from sweat and blood?"

True, a photo tells a thousand words. A thousand words I wish to tell you all since the beginning. But I am only a house. How can I tell you my deepest emotions? How can I tell you how hurt I am.

Yes, I am only a house. But I cuddled and embraced the family especially the girls with all my heart. I cried with them. I laughed with them. I dreamt with them. I witnessed their pain, their joy and love for each other.

They appreciated my presence during their sad days and happy days. They made me important though I am only a house. So, I gave them my love in return. A love that will go on forever and ever. I may be in ruin. But I tell you, my memories will not die. My being will live for eternity.

Correct! I am alive. I am a being trapped in a ruin house. I am capable of loving. So hear me. Hear me, please. Listen to my story. I am the house in Thirteenth Street.

Do forget the photos. Those are not me. Just listen. I am the house in Thirteenth Street.

Bare my soul!