I longed to go home. Longed to sit for dinner, surrounded by all those I loved and all those who loved me. For a home where they wouldn’t alienate me. Coffee in the evening, rack stacked with old books, and the garden you love as much as it loved you. I yearned for all that and more.
For someone to bring me that coffee and sit and converse and listen……just listen.
I wanted to go home. I wanted……but mine was covered with spikes. From the front door to the back, all spiked.
