No, not my family.

It's just a title, and a thought revolving in my mind as I look
at the burned picture frames in the ashes of a once cute and charming home.

I don't know the people who lived there.
It was a beautiful setting --- like a private hideaway that I would love to have
for myself. Something old and charming, tucked into the side of a hill,
hidden in nature, by a river, not far from urban life in San Diego.
There was a large outside patio terrace open to the sky.

I like secret retreats that are not far away.
I like projects like this country home to work on.

This secret has now been exposed to the highway, and sanitized.
Anything left of the foundation and structure crumbles easily,
so it will all have to be removed.