The House

This is the house that my parents purchased a few months before I was born in 1955. However, most of my early childhood was spent living with my grandmother (and two aunts) in south central Los Angeles, and not in this house. As I grew older, my mother did want me around more often to help tend to her needs, but this place never felt like home to me. In going through and cleaning the house now, I find very little that reminds me of my father, even though he only died in 2006. I wonder if he ever felt comfortable here. While there are a few of his possessions still remaining, it is as if he never lived here. But, my late mother has left her imprint in nearly every square inch of this house. The house now belongs solely to me, and that is indeed, a very odd and almost unsettling notion to me because I've never felt that I've belonged here.