Tears of gratitude

 The house looked so majestic. Was it the good craftsmanship of the mason or the fact that it was made possible by the benevolence of several, I debated in my head. All assembled faces seemed illuminated. Was it the sunlight bouncing off the red roof or the altruism oozing out of the bricks, the debate persisted.

As the chief guest addressed the gathering, an emotional Peronni turned away hoping to dissolve into the surroundings. Tears are difficult to hide though. She weeped uncontrollably. The whispering sobs spoke loudly. Of her joy, of her euphoria and of her gratitude. As they rolled down her face, "Thank you all", they murmured