“Have you ever seen such a view?” he hugged my mom and pointed to the green hill visible from the living room window.
“No,” my mom replied unenthusiastically.
“Then why the sour look?” my dad asked.
“Because there’s no floor,” my mom whispered and looked down at the dirt and exposed metal pipes under our feet. Only then did I look down and see, along with my brother and sister, what my mother saw. I mean, we’d all seen earlier that there was no floor, but somehow, with all my dad’s excitement and enthusiasm, we hadn’t paid much attention to that fact.