If heaven were real, my mom would be living in an old English castle. One with history, flooded with a vibrant feeling of life and happiness. She would have the world's largest koi pond greeting each guest in the front yard, and she would know each of her hundreds of koi fish names' by heart. Surrounding her magnificent koi pond, she would have weeping willows and thousands of purple irises lining the long walkway to the front door. Sitting on either side of her front door, she would have statues of her beloved dogs, Bella and Henry, watching over her home until it was their time to join her in her castle. Dragonflies of every shape, size, and color would be dancing and singing together, flying in and out of the lush front walkway.
Upon ringing the doorbell, her guests would hear an array of singing bowls playing throughout the house as the inhabitants rushed to see the new visitor. Then, her best friend from high school who passed years before my mom, Amy, would answer the giant brass castle door with the biggest smile you've ever seen. She'd offer to give you a tour while my mom was cleaning up after another day spent painting and creating an unlimited collection of art. Upon accepting, you realize the inside of the castle isn't as grand and spacious as the outside seemed. You see, my mom loved history and castles of all historical periods, but the inside of the castle would feel like a warm and inviting home. One where you could sit by the fire and read a book with the world's softest blanket on your lap, with a feeling of true content and happiness.
As Amy shows you around, she takes you to the first open doorway on the left, which you learn is an endless library full of books on healing, love, research on dragonflies, and all the information and secrets of the Royal Family you could dream of. The library, however, looked like a simple room, no bigger than an average-sized sitting room, nothing fancy, but Amy would tell you to close your eyes and think of your favorite book, and it would magically pop into your hands. The wood floors would creak as you walk, and the stained-glass windows would give the room so much natural light you didn't need overhead lighting in any of the rooms, unless for style, of course. As you look around the room, you see mismatched rugs, sofas, and lush loveseats of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. No one was the same as another but somehow everything would be assembled in controlled beautiful chaos.
To be continued......
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