I cannot remember much except that day that the house sank into the lake.
it was a normal day. the house was on a slope. it was when dad came home from work that the house began to slip down close to the lake. my dad was reluctant to take me at first too. by five fifty five pm the back porch was hanging off the edge of a small cliff. me and dad decided to get all our important stuff out. he would not let me check the suitcases afterwards. we sat on the bank watching the house sink deeper and deeper into the lake
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