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Nestled in the heart of the small town, stood a charming teal house. It was built for the purpose of serving as a railway ticket booking office. Through the years, it welcomed many eager travellers and adventurers with open doors.
But fate had different plans in store for the teal house. The king wanted the railway station relocated to a grander town, leaving the teal abode behind. A young affluent man happened to stumble upon the teal house, its vibrant hue stood out and it captured his heart. Without hesitation, the young man bought the teal house from the town, transforming it into a magical boutique for his dear wife. Together, they adorned it with love, grace, and exquisite taste. They even summoned the hands of builders to add two extra levels to the building, a sanctuary where they could craft their own fairy tale.
But the young man's destiny took an unexpected turn. After his father's unexpected passing, he inherited his father's prosperous business. With a heavy heart, he and his dear wife embarked on a new chapter, accompanied by a merry band of seven children, who had been born and blossomed within the teal house's walls.
The teal house witnessed the comings and goings of countless families throughout the years. Many different businesses were established, some flourished, others failed. Like a nurturing guardian, the house embraced each new arrival, becoming a haven of growth, love and family. It measured the heights of the children that danced beneath its roof, engraving their milestones onto Its walls.
An old woman, who had grown up in the house and inherited it from her parents, transformed the teal house into a cosy bakery. But after her passing the house found itself abandoned, forgotten amidst the now encroaching cityscape that threatened to swallow it whole. The house became a hidden gem, only the chosen few possessed the magic to see it. It would remind its passerby of the dancing waves of the sea.
But a new family, like none other, would soon stumble upon the forgotten teal house. The teal house immediately knew that they were a peculiar bunch, their hearts dancing to a melody that only they could hear. Misfit puzzle pieces, abandoned and alienated by a society that failed to understand their vibrant spirits.
With their wide eyes brimming with curiosity, they uncovered the teal house's hidden magic. They brushed away the layers of neglect and breathed life into its dusty corners. The aroma of home, once again, filled every nook and cranny. Flour danced in the sunlight, sugar sparkled like stardust, and the heavenly scent of freshly baked delights wove its way through the rooms.
This is the story of that particular peculiar family.