The house no one Knows about

I hear the door closing gently and footsteps beating against the floorboards of the patio. Bambi slips out through the backdoor and wanders off into a nearby farm; barefoot as usual. Tears are falling from her eyes and marking the path she takes. I get up abruptly but remain at the backdoor watching her. She walks to a very far distance and when she arrives at her destination she is nothing but a silhouette. Her silhouette kneels in front of two dark objects and talks to them. I watch how her lips move in spite of the chattering of her teeth and river of tears pouring. She strokes the dark objects softly and kisses them. She runs a hand through her hair and begins walking back to the house