Our Tree House (Prose)

As children, my dearest friend and I began planning to build a tree house. We searched until we finally found the perfect tree. Along with our brothers we began to gather wood, pieces of fragments for the roof. When all the material was gathered the construction began. We worked day after day, endlessly until we saw the tree house coming together. Little by little it took shape. At last it was time for the curtains to be hung. Our lovely dish towels were hung from tree limbs. Now for the furniture. Old boards were nailed together for our chairs. Little pieces of cloth attached for the covers. We were getting ready to move in. In our childish eyes it was so beautiful. So many happy hours were spent there. Every afternoon when we arrived home from school, we met at our tree house. We talked, laughed, whispered secrets. Enjoyed our tea parties, and the time spent there. One summer afternoon sad news arrived. My friend was moving to another city, far away. Leaving me and the tree house behind. Inside I cried. Suddenly I was alone. Now it seemed so big and lonely. Before so small and full of life. As we walked away that hot summer afternoon so long ago, holding hands we knew life for us would never be the same. We made a pledge to each other set a date someday we would return. Our tree house remained, but started looking old and battered from the storms of life.I no longer went there, as I also moved on to another city. Before leaving I returned to our childhood fantasy, saddened and whispered good by. Walked away with tear filled eyes.Promising to return someday. The years have flown by, and today I am returning to the place I so loved as a child. Looking at the house old and worn. yet so lovely and inviting. Climbing the broken ladder, I went inside. Our curtains were tattered but still remain. Side by side our dolls were sleeping in their tiny beds. On the table a tiny tea set. Attached to my doll a note reading DEAR HEATHER; I cannot attend our tea party today as we planned. Someday we will meet at the big tree house in the sky. There we will drink our tea from from golden goblets. I am here now setting the table preparing the tea for our party, waiting to welcome your arrival Your childhood friend, with love Mary: