What Is A Home

by flamesflyer

Even after a year, Bradin still doesn't consider Aunt Ava's a home, but it's the closet thing. What does finding the meaning of a home, have to do with Gabi, a shy, quiet girl in Bradin's Family's Studies class?

1. Chapter 1 Foreshadow

With hunger eating violently at the stomach, she cautiously watched the cook prepare food for the customers. Her eyes big with hope, the healthy hand would drop the orange vegetable near the door. Maybe this hope was fake or far-fetched, but she still waited. Hungry for days she waited patiently for food. Ribs stuck out of their protective skin. One, two, three, you could count them perfectly.

Rain poured down, still she waited patiently enjoying the water from the sky, a savior. Drinking the collected rain and wanting more, nothing could quench her thirst. The rain continued to fall, the cook came to the door. "Go home!" The words were spat at her from the ungrateful cook's mouth.

Home, what home? She had no where to go. She couldn't possibly consider the place where she slept a home. That couldn't be a home, everything smelt of rotting wood, moldy drywall, a smell as if it hadn't be cleaned for decades. That was not a home. A home didn't have people yelling at you in a drunken vocabulary. A home didn't have vomit and needles littering the floor. Then what would be considered a home? Was a home what she had had long ago before he moved in? Was that a home? A question she might not ever have answered, what is a home?