A Home - where your heart is
I went to visit the home I grew up in. The hedges were all cut down and the color of the house had been changed. Everything seemed gone: no animals in the yard, no garden, no familiar cars. I knocked on the door to introduce myself. A strange man answered and just wanted to know why I was there; in the very door that used to welcome me home or kiss me as I left. My childhood universe had been turned into a small unfamiliar wooden box and I was the stranger. Why did I want to go back to see that?