Lioness075
Everyone's fighting some battle of their own.
You walk up to the edge of the building, or what used to be a building. The smell of burning and death fills your nostrils, making you shiver and wipe a lone tear from your cheeks. Overhead, faint thunder rumbles in the distance and you can feel the temperature dropping. A storm is coming…again. Looking down at your feet, you can see something just barely sticking out of the rubble and you kneel down to gently pull a torn and burnt teddy bear out. In the distance, you can hear someone scream out and you quickly cover your ears, the tears building up from the pain you feel in each beat of your heart. This home used to be your own and now it was nothing. Where was home if home was gone?
Yet, as you slowly get back to your feet and let your old teddy bear drop back to the ground with ash rising up before settling again, you feel a hand lightly touch your shoulder and you turn around to see your big brother standing just behind you. Lurching forward, you hug him tightly and he returns the hug with a whisper, “It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here now.” Opening your eyes and taking a tentative step backwards, you try to wipe the tears from your face as the rest of your family walks up the hill nearby to join you and your brother.
It’s then that you remember: home is not a place, location, nor a destination. No, home is where your family is. Whoever your family may be, blood or not. Because as you look at your family, you realize not everyone is blood. Your best friend, someone who made an impact on your life, someone else who taught you a life lesson. Home is where your heart resides.
Yet, as you slowly get back to your feet and let your old teddy bear drop back to the ground with ash rising up before settling again, you feel a hand lightly touch your shoulder and you turn around to see your big brother standing just behind you. Lurching forward, you hug him tightly and he returns the hug with a whisper, “It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here now.” Opening your eyes and taking a tentative step backwards, you try to wipe the tears from your face as the rest of your family walks up the hill nearby to join you and your brother.
It’s then that you remember: home is not a place, location, nor a destination. No, home is where your family is. Whoever your family may be, blood or not. Because as you look at your family, you realize not everyone is blood. Your best friend, someone who made an impact on your life, someone else who taught you a life lesson. Home is where your heart resides.
