The drive from the airport to the familiar streets was heart-wrenching, as many memories kept popping up.
I reached the colony and met my friends with fond hugs, but my eyes wandered to a particular home.
The familiar foliage and vibes couldn't keep me from knocking on the door.
I hoped the door would open like old times when two familiar figures would hug me with warmth and unconditional love- my parents.
But just then, my friend interrupted my train of thought!
"Don't do this to yourself again! You know your parents are dead, and a tenant lives here."
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the journey home. Who is going home? Or are they in search of a future home or ancestral roots? Think of home as a life lived — adventures, relationships, accumulations. What makes home worth the journey? Go where the prompt leads!
