Liza
The taxi crept along the tree lined street. On either side were mansions, one bigger than the other. “Nice place,” said the driver. “Mm, I guess it is.” “Do you live here?” “I used too, a long time ago.” “Must be nice to be rich,” I heard the sarcasm in his voice but ignored it. There it was, my parents gleaming white house. Three stories with a tiled roof. Balconies on every floor, and a garden that took two days to water. Behind it was a large swimming pool, with a pool house and guest rooms....
Taboo