For the millions of men and women, for every person who woke up to a day like every other day and carried on, for the families of every stripe who are unsung, yet upon whose backs and labor civilization stands

It Was A House Like Many Others

It was a house like any other. Just an ordinary house, filled with a family, two dogs and a cat.

People walked by the house every day, seeing its simple front, its small tidy lawn, the flowers peeking from beneath the hedge that bordered three sides of the lawn.  Just a simple house, an everyday house.

Yet, behind its plain facade, heroes lived. Oh, they were not the sort of heroes who received welcoming parades; they never heard cheering crowds, no one ever tossed confetti and flower petals over their heads when they walked down the street- these heroes were unsung, unheralded, unknown- yet they were vital to their community, their nation…

To read the rest of the story, see the link to The Twilight Mirror and the New Dawn by Jordan Amar.

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