If my Walls Could Talk

If Walls Could Talk

By. Kira Viveiros

If walls could talk I could tell the little girl she can hug me. That I have watched her grow up and she wasn't alone. My little Miss Beau. The little girl that resides within my walls. I encompass her and what she calls her bedroom, the kitchen she eats in, the living room she plays in. I am the walls that see everything. Though there are 5 members in total, they rely on me to keep them warm and dry. Slowly neglecting me. But Miss Beau is my favorite to watch. She has nothing to hide like the rest of her family and she's never mistreated me. Her mother, father, grandmother and brother Edward. They have secrets and I have seen every single one. Miss Beau is only 8 years old now but she's most of what I see too. Like we are partners in crime. Following the smell of mischief that glides on my walls. If I could talk I would tell you,

Her mother. Birthing two very beautiful children, loving wife and a caregiver to her mother. She is the president of the book club. I would know. They visit me to talk about the latest romance novel they have found in the library to dig their noses into. But she holds her book club on the only day her husband has his work meetings. Every Thursday after the kids go to bed and they talk about their thoughts on the novel. They Whisper about their husbands and the men that aren't their husbands. Miss Beau always wanted to join them. But instead she would sit at the top of the stairs and lean her head against me. Poor Miss Beau learned a lot through these women. She learned she never wants to be like her mother. I would know, She whispered it right next to me.

Her father. A hard worker. Spending late nights at the office. Always on the phone talking to one business man to another. Miss Beau never was interested in what her father did. Only spent time with him when there was a father day dance at school or when the family would have their annual dining room table dinner. But one day when my Beau was playing in the living room. Her father had a friend over. She was only 5 at the time. She listened in to hear her fathers friend talking about “work”. Daddy steals from people at the bank he works at and his friend is asking him for money to not tell. Miss Beau sighed a lot that day. She learned she will never trust her father. I would know, I watch her avoid him everyday.

Her Grandmother. She doesn't do much. She mostly watches TV and asks little Beau to fetch her some ice tea throughout the day. She has lived with me the longest. She's always been the quiet type. She doesn't like me too much. She has tried selling me to strangers in the past. But I don't hold a grudge for that. What I do grudge on grandma is when Miss Beau was 2 years old. One day she left her in her bedroom for a full day without tending to her at all. This has happened more than once. Mother never knew her mother would neglect her child. But everyone has secrets. If only I could have hugged Beau then. Held her to tell her everything is okay. Beau had learned something valuable from her grandmother. To take care of yourself.

Lastly, her brother Edward. I liked Edward for a while. Beau and him were a team for half of her life. He was there when she needed him and she was there to give him company. Edward simply grew up. He is 5 years older than Beau and treats her like a stranger. Like she doesn't exist. This one bothers me the most. He does love her though. When she was 4 she had her baby blanket she brought everywhere with her. For some reason I could never find out why. He took it from her room and hid it in his. It still lies under his bed. Collecting dust.

My walls have seen a lot and I've seen bad and good. But the best I have seen is My Beau. She cleans me. She talks to me when she's trying to sleep. But soon I know she will grow up. She will leave me and bring her brightness to another set of walls for them to enjoy. She takes care of her grandmother no matter the wrong doing. She still loves her brother no matter how much they dont talk. She still loves the sound of her mothers voice when she listens in on Thursdays. She keeps quiet about her father to protect the others. She is my favorite person. She will always be the example of a good person in my books. I will never be able to not compare another person who meets me to my little Beau. Everyone has their secrets. But I have learned that the person always decides what those secrets will be. For now the secrets I know are with Beau and I. If I could talk. I would tell her how much I love her.