Home Is Where The Heart Is
The small girl shivered in her thin coat and worn stockings, she had been petrified at first when her father had thrown her out of the car in his angry fit. He had been too angry to think, and she had been to scare to speak. She thought curiously ‘is this my fault?’ as a car speed by, drenching her even more than she already was but this time in mud, not rain. She stared dully at her reflection in the muddy water; she saw stringy brown hair and a pair of once lively ultramarine eyes. She wished her father would come back for her; she hoped with all her heart, it was no use. She could hardly sense reality sinking in. She wiled herself to stand up, and slowly her body responded. She would have to adapt to this new life style, she would have to fend for herself. She thought slowly ‘how long has it been? Two, three days?’ as her feet made contact with the ground. It would be a miracle if she survived one more week.
It must have been hours before she arrived at a small patchy wood, but it would have to do. She set up a little hut, it was small and it didn’t have many holes but it had no bed, or food, or blankets. It had absolutely no homey feeling what so ever. So she spent the next few days doing manual labor collecting dried out grass, large leaves and small and large stones, but she feed her self by eating non-poisonous berries. She took lots of time perfecting her small house for she had no directions to work with. After she was done putting together the house she spent much time relaxing for the manual labor had been Absolut torture! One night she wrote home in front of her new house, so that she wouldn’t feel so alone but the next night it rained and it became illegible.
One day the small girl stumbled upon a small chick. It was an absolutely beautiful duckling. She loved the duckling so much he became spoiled by her love for he was like her; he was different. He didn’t have binocular vision like normal ducks; he was blind in one eye. He had been excluded to, just like her. When she was a small child her friends had derided her. They had called her an android because she was so quiet, no, they where never her friends just those who needed someone to feel bad for them to feel okay. But she was better than that, she felt like a demigod compared to them, she and her duckling never hurt each other or anyone else. That would be torture. She and her duckling lived like kings for a while but it didn’t last long. Gradually the small girl grew home sick, she missed the warm happy feeling of sitting on her fathers lap licking the last bits of coffee out of her fathers demitasse. And she missed looking through the telescope with her older brother gazing at the stars and asteroids. She missed lying with her mother on her old silky blankets. The small girl was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a tall man approaching her. “Hello” he said kindly “are you lost?”. She looked up and nodded her head vigorously. “Will you come with me?” He asked. She followed him to his car and they waited there for the police because she had been taught not to go into stranger’s cars. When the police got there she climbed into their car, it was a long car ride. But she kept herself occupied by drawing. Her drawing turned out retrospective; it reflected much of her past, happy and sad. But overall she was happy that she had been thrown out of that car that one fateful day long ago. She didn’t ever want to have a sedentary life; she had learned this when her father left her behind. She loved nature and wanted to spend every minute of her life with nature. She closed her eyes clutching the small ducking that her world had revolved around for so long and will for so much longer to her chest. For a second her mind was at total equanimity. And she dreamed of seeing her mother, seeing her brother. She dreamed of going home. No she was home, because home is where the heart is.
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