once, there was a little girl who l

once, there was a little girl who lived in a small, very simple, poor house on a hill. As she grew she would play in the small garden, able to see over the garden fence and lane to a wonderful house high on the hill. The house had golden windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would dream of how magical it would be to grow up and live in the house instead of ordinary like hers.The house with the golden windows
by Stephen on February 25, 2010 • 47 comments
in Moral Stories
The little girl lived in a small, very simple, poor house on a hill and as she grew she would play in the small garden and as she grew she was able to see over the garden fence and across the valley to a wonderful house high on the hill – and this house had golden windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would dream of how magic it would be to grow up and live in a house with golden windows instead of an ordinary house like hers.
And although she loved her parents and her family, she yearned to live in such a golden house and dreamed all day about how wonderful and exciting it must feel to live there.
When she got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother is she could go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane. After pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she kept close to the house and didn’t wander too far. The day was beautiful and the little girl knew exactly where she was heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other hill.
As she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house itself and was so disappointed as she realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict.
So sad she didn’t go any further and turned, heart broken as she remounted her bike. As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze her. There across the way on her side of the valley was a little house and its windows glistened golden as the sun shone on her little home.
She realized that she had been living in her golden house and all the love and care she found there was what made her home the “golden house”. Everything she dreamed was right there in front of her nose!

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sekali, ada seorang gadis kecil yang tinggal di sebuah rumah kecil, sangat sederhana dan miskin di bukit. Saat ia tumbuh, ia akan bermain di taman kecil, dapat melihat atas pagar Taman dan jalur untuk rumah indah tinggi di atas bukit. Rumah tersebut memiliki jendela-jendela yang emas, jadi emas dan bersinar gadis kecil akan bermimpi bagaimana ajaib itu akan tumbuh dan tinggal di rumah daripada biasa seperti miliknya. Rumah dengan jendela yang emasoleh Stephen pada Februari 25, 2010 • 47 Komentardalam cerita MoralGadis kecil yang tinggal di sebuah rumah kecil, sangat sederhana dan miskin di sebuah bukit dan saat ia tumbuh dia akan bermain di kebun kecil dan saat ia tumbuh dia bisa melihat Taman pagar dan di lembah rumah indah tinggi di atas bukit – dan rumah ini memiliki jendela yang emas, jadi emas dan bersinar gadis kecil akan bermimpi bagaimana sihir itu akan tumbuh dan tinggal di rumah dengan jendela yang emas bukan sebuah rumah biasa seperti miliknya.Dan meskipun ia mencintai orangtuanya dan keluarganya, dia merindukan untuk tinggal di sebuah rumah emas dan bermimpi sepanjang hari tentang bagaimana indah dan menarik harus merasa untuk tinggal di sana.When she got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother is she could go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane. After pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she kept close to the house and didn’t wander too far. The day was beautiful and the little girl knew exactly where she was heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other hill.As she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house itself and was so disappointed as she realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict.So sad she didn’t go any further and turned, heart broken as she remounted her bike. As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze her. There across the way on her side of the valley was a little house and its windows glistened golden as the sun shone on her little home.She realized that she had been living in her golden house and all the love and care she found there was what made her home the “golden house”. Everything she dreamed was right there in front of her nose!