Home.
Where was home for me? I'm not sure I knew the answer to that question anymore. I hadn't thought of the place I grew up as home in so long that I wasn't sure it was anymore. And I couldn't go back to where I had been living since I left my birth place. Even if I did, there was no where for me to go. I had lost my apartment when I lost my job and could no longer afford the rent.
So here I was, sitting on an airplane on my way back to my place of origin, back to the family I hadn't seen in years, back to my father, who I wasn't sure even wanted to see me. I could only pray he would take me in and help me. I had actually missed my father and my baby brother, and I couldn't wait to see them after so long.
So where was home for me? I guess I'll find out. Maybe I'll find home when I get there. Maybe home will be waiting for me with open arms. God knows I need a hug after the few weeks I've had. So here I go, Forks, Washington here I come.
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Finding Home in Your Arms
FanfictionAs soon as they made eye contact Nina felt her entire world shift off balance, it was like all the things that had mattered to her before this moment she had no need of anymore. The only thing she needed was this man sanding before her. He was what...
