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The little playhouse had been built to look just like the big house, just smaller. It sat in the backyard and Terri had spent many days in there. Her father had built it for her when she was just six years old and it was a great place for her to get away from her two brothers. It was also a sanctuary for Terri. From the outside it was just a playhouse, but for Terri it was her place to go to be alone, her place of healing. Over the years as she grew up, Terri had many great days of playing house, having friends over and sharing her playhouse. But the older she got, the more important the playhouse became to her. When she needed her sacred spot she would bend down to get through the door, and sit at the bench that was by the window. The little dishes and dolls were all gone now, but all the memories remain just as clear as the glass on the small windows. Growing up there were many hard times at school, with boys, with accepting herself and of course with understanding and abiding by the rules at home.

Terri did not live at home anymore, but tried to stop by every Sunday to help out if she could, or see if there were any grocery items that she could pick up for her parents. Her mother had been diagnosed with cancer last year, and the family has pulled together in love and support. The boys both live and work in the city and drive out as often as they can. They help take care of the yard work and things around the house that may need doing. Terri lives closer, and her job enables her to help out a bit more. Besides, she has always been very close to her mother and her illness has hit her really hard. The thought of losing her is almost too much to bear. Watching her go through chemotherapy and lose so much weight, not being able to eat or keep anything down. It is so hard see your mother and your best friend go through. The day that Terri was first told of the cancer, she was able to be with her mother and comfort her. Afterwards she went right to her "house". There has always been a good storage of Kleenex, and a journal. She has always left the journal there knowing that nobody would ever go in and read it, her thoughts were safe there. She could go and pray, cry, yell in anger, let all of her frustrations and hurt escape freely. Her parents knew that she went here and they never discussed it, it was just common knowledge. An accepted part, of the functionality of the family. This was the reason why it was never even talked about that the playhouse be removed

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