The house had stood, in part, since the fifteen-hundreds. And there was an expectation that it would always stand—that it must stand. Because otherwise, whatever had it all been for? All the work of all those hands for year after year after year? Because it wasn’t just her family that Amelia felt responsible for—her parents, her sister—it was everyone who had gone before. She didn’t want the house to fail on her watch.
I can definetly relate to feeling a large generational pressure to upkeep something created by my ancestors.
