The House with Golden Windows

A little girl lived in a small, very simple, poor house on a hill and as she grew she would play in the small garden and able to see over the garden fence and across the valley a wonderful house high on the hill—and this house had golden windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would dream of how magic it would be to grow up and live in a house with golden windows instead of an ordinary house like hers.

When she got to an age that she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother if she could go for a bike ride outside the gate. After pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she should keep close to the house and shouldn’t wander too far. The day was beautiful, and the little girl knew exactly where she wanted to go! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other hill.

Suddenly, she was disappointed as she realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting noting.

So sad that she didn’t go any further and turned, heartbroken. As she glanced up, she saw a sight which amazes her—the across the way on her side of the valley was a little house and its windows were golden. The sun shone on her little home.

She realized that she had been living in her golden house and all the love and care she found there was what made her home the “golden house.” Everything she dreamed was right there in front of her nose!