“Mom, what are you staring at?” Lyda, my 12-year-old daughter, asked.
We stood in our future home’s backyard, where the addition met the original house.  The construction drawings lay on the ground. Two-year-old Ava ran around behind me while my husband Ronald inspected inside the house.
I stared at the point just above ground level, comparing the old house and the addition with the plans. Something was missing. For more, click download button above!


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