Down the street there was a shell of a house. One day builders came some ten years ago to create this masterpiece from scratch. My father asked who the house was for.
“Oh, some rich banker’s daughter,” they said.
Out of their hands they created a foundation mixed with sweat and the tears from many hours of hard labor.
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 33, Article 49.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol33/iss1/49