A while ago, my parents and I went to the city. It was fun to see the concrete jungle and skyscrapers that touch the clouds. That was not home. It was fun to go up and down seeing all the little people below me in the big, moving box. That was not home. I liked soaring with the birds and traveling on the magical moving stairs. That was not home. When I came back to the farm, something changed. Momma got real sick. Suddenly home was not home. Daddy had to sell land. He had to chop down the big apple tree that I loved to climb. That was not home. When I went to go get eggs, they were not there. The cows weren't in the barn. There were other people trotting along with my horse. I asked Daddy why. He said he needed to get more money. Daddy didn't tell me why we needed more money. That was definitely not home. Then, one day Momma went away. Daddy said she had to travel for work. I guess she must've been working real hard; I didn't get to see her very much. When Momma came back, all her hair was gone. Daddy told me she was giving it to all the bald men who needed hair. That was very charitable I thought. Momma started taking lots of business trips. That was not home. Then, one day Momma didn't come home. I missed her. Daddy said I could sleep in her bed. That did not make me miss her one bit less. Sleeping in Momma's bed; no Momma; no more eggs; no more cows; people taking my horse; that was not home. Daddy took me to a new house. I asked him when we were going back to the farm. He said we couldn't. Daddy said someone else would be taking care of the horses and scrubbing down the barn: all stuff we used to do. That wasn't home. I wasn't home. I still live in the tiny little house with no lawn and no cows. I'm not home. It's like when you adopt a puppy. Sometimes you can't care for it and you have to give it up. Even though that's where the puppy is living, it doesn't mean that's it's home. Even though I live in a miniscule house like all the rest pushes together all squished doesn't mean that's my home. I'm sad to say, it's my house. My home is a place with Momma and Daddy, big tall trees for climbing, cows, horses to lope with in fields of grain, baby ducklings roaming around the pond, and a backyard that stretches half way around the earth. That's my home.
