Carries Playhouse Page

Carrie was seven years old, and she had a secret. The secret lived at the bottom of her backyard, beneath the sprawling arms of an old willow tree. It was her playhouse.

Carrie nodded. She did know. The new house would have a bigger kitchen and a bedroom for the baby brother her mother kept rubbing her belly over. carries playhouse

But her favorite days were the quiet ones. The days when she would simply sit in the doorway, her bare feet in the clover, and watch the light shift through the willow leaves. On those days, the playhouse wasn’t a ship or a bakery. It was just hers. A place where the world felt small enough to understand, and she felt big enough to hold it. Carrie was seven years old, and she had a secret

Then came the letter.