It was the same place she walked into everyday for her entire life. The same place where she did her homework, ate dinner, and slept. For some reason today though, this place spoke to her, spoke to her heart. She glanced at the brown house from the street. The glass windows sang a song of the sun. The front doors shown innocent and white. The concrete sidewalk shown of great hardship, hardship of the family who walked on it everyday. Smells from the kitchen tingled her tongue and made it water. A car pulled into the driveway and from it she heard, “How was your day?” She walked toward the front door and placed her hand upon it. It could have been 10 degrees outside but that door made it feel so warm inside her. She stepped inside and heard little voices yell,” Dana’s here!” For once, she was home.