by Mascaretta Shamoo

Created on: March 18, 2008

Home a place of solitude. As the old saying goes, "you don't know what you have until you loose it." This fits perfectly to home. Growing up we moved quiet a bit, but being the youngest of three, and carefree, I was always happy. One thing always remained, no matter where we moved, I always felt safe. Never threatened by hunger. Having both a wonderful Daddy and Mama, things never really mattered. They always saw to it that we were well fed and clothed, I don't ever recall being hungry when I was growing up. My Daddy was a wonderful provider and a firm believer in God, he knew God and trusted him to supply. Home became somewhere, where we all were, my Daddy and Mama, and my sister, older by six years, my brother by three.

Of course, life would not remain the same. Not only would our living arrangements change as we got older, so would society. We always locked the doors at night, mainly because they were on the door but not out of real fear, the way people do now. People weren't mean just for the sake of being mean. Alarms were rarely heard of for a home when I was growing up, only the rich had them. Now, you must protect yourself whether you have anything of value or not, now it is a matter of survival.

The hardest thing for me now is after having been married three times, I no longer own a home of my own. I cannot do the things you do when you own your own home. Can't change the paint, or anything. And you know if you don't pay the rent you'll be out in a month and maybe with no where to go. Sometimes what stops the hunger is not what you want but just a means of killing the hunger. Not that I couldn't miss a few and without harm. You feel a constant threat because society has become so dog-eat-dog. On your job, on the road, or simply walking in somewhere to eat, there is no safety but not even at HOME!

So when I think of how it will be, either when I die or Christ returns, I imagine it will be alot like those days when I was young. On those summer nights, laying down to sleep on clean sheets, fed and no worries, listening to Braves baseball game, drifting off to sleep and knowing that all was right in my world, cause I had a Mama and Daddy who loved me, and would do their best to take care of me. Home, how I long for Home.

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