Home
A little girl lies in her mother's arms, all wrapped up in a fluffy pink blanket and a matching hat. Her father pridefully gazes at her, his smile reaching his eyes. Her mother looks up at him and murmurs, "let's go home."
A little girl gleefully frolics in the garden, her pink dress fluttering and baby smiles glittering. Her mother is right by her side, picking flowers and smiling at her excited child. They laugh and play and explore in the warm sunlight, and the little girl loves her home.
A little girl is dressed in all black, her head down in grief as she stands out in the pouring rain. A tear trickles down her cheek as she thinks about the cold body under the headstone. She looks up at her father, only to see his gaze is as cold as ice. It feels a little less like home.
A little girl is running down the hall, struggling to contain her sobs as the door slams behind her. She thinks about the man behind that door, the one that loved her up until the day when her mother died, and her body trembles even more. She curls up into a little ball, her heart much too heavy for her to carry. She wonders how this place ever felt like home.
A little girl walks away for the last time. She'd had enough, and she'd decided that the cold, empty house behind her was no home. Not anymore. She forces herself to turn away, to run from the father that didn't deserve the title, but she can't stop a tear from trickling down her cheek. She's beginning to wonder if home actually exists.
A little, no, big girl unlocks the door to her apartment, only to hear muffled snoring. Sure enough, she walks into her cozy bedroom to see the peaceful dragonslayer and exceed that she had grown to love so much stretched out on her soft bed. She can't help but smile as she realizes, that maybe she finally found home.