The bungalow

At one time my parents and I lived in Toronto. I had a good friend there who idolized my parents and always called them mom and dad. Eventually we moved back to St. John's, but I kept in touch with my friend in TO. One day I visited Bowring Park with my folks and took a picture of them standing on the steps of the Bungalow. I sent it to my friend and I guess I neglected to explain the location because he replied that my parents had a very beautiful house. He often promised that he would visit us but never did. We joked that if he did come we'd have to rent the Bungalow so as not to disappoint him.