It is Friday again and since I have not done a Lilly McFerrin in a while, I will take up the five sentence challenge once again. The prompt this week was home.
She woke up, disoriented and exhausted from her five-hour flight the night before.
Not sure where she was, this was not her dorm room, this was not her narrow twin bed.
It took a few minutes for her to grasp the reality of the situation and then the tears, once again, began to fall.
She was home, the place she had been dreaming of for the past three months, home for the holidays, but never again would it feel like home.
For what had brought her home a full two weeks before Christmas break had been a call in the middle of the night informing her to head home and that the heart of that home had been extinguished forever, her mother was dead.