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Casita has heard it all. Generations roam it’s halls, so Casita has heard a lot over all of it’s years. Babies crying, children’s laughter, adults worrying over their little ones, and everything in between. In Casita, there is never quite a dull moment, and over the years, it has grown to accept this.
At some points, Casita wonders what it would be like to truly be one of them. For its life to have a finish line. It wonders if the family would love it more. What would the family say to it if it had sat down for family dinner? Would it be welcome? It hopes that the family would welcome it with open arms.
If theres one person that Casita thinks would welcome them, it would have to be Mirabel. Casita does not pick favorites, but Mirabel is certainly the most friendly to it, and it thinks that it can appreciate that. This is not to say the rest of the Family is mean, or ungrateful to it, but Mirabel is the one to talk to it the most.
Casita has heard much over the years, but not a lot of emotional talking or true conversations have been directed at it. Mostly requests for it to move something or help someone. But Mirabel is a special case. 5 year old Mirabel had cried her little heart out to it when she hadn’t received a gift, her family still in shock from it too much to react and comfort the little girl. Mirabel had cried and held her head in her arms, and Casita had been the one to tuck her in that night.
Mirabel never quite broke the habit of talking to Casita growing up. This is not to say Casita is upset or angry at this, it welcomes it even, but is particularly strange compared to her siblings who mostly ask for secret food off the counter or hidden sweets. Mirabel will ask it how it’s day had been, and Casita will flip the drawers open or close to answer her. This is how it has always been and always will be.
It reminds Casita of another person who used to talk to it a lot, though not as much as Mirabel. Tio Bruno has always been a bit odd to Casita. He never really seems to know what he’s doing. He’s nervous all the time, and he is, in a way, scared of his relatives. Scared of what they will think of him. Scared of rejection.
Casita can’t help but feel a bit sorry for him. It knows he does not desire pity, but if it steals a second helping of dinner and glides it towards Bruno and his boney frame, that is entirely it’s business. If it moves the seats around to ensure that his seat is directly next to Mirabel, nobody has to know. And if Casita sees Mirabel grip Brunos hand comfortingly, it will never tell.
Casita is a house, but over the years, it has become a home. It can only hope and pray to whatever will listen that its residents know that their home loves them back. Love is seeping through its walls, and it couldn’t be happier.