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....abbu, dear , I shall always remember and miss this house , its walls comfort and space  where I grew up,  surrounded with those built in brick  to give protection  and shelter,  the cool shade that comforted me like its warmth enveloped  me, buried deep in the memories of this is my childhood,  it was not merely a house but a place of worship to me,  my precious  joys  are treasured here in the yard,  the winter sun and the summer heat, the waters and the smell of mud will make me nostalgic,, abby dear when I am gone protect my butterflies, nurture my blossoms,  take good care of them as you did of me , her voice choking sobbing never believing one day she had to give up all she appreciated in her early life