A Place Called Home

February 28, 2011
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I was sitting there
Just staring at the clock
It was silent
All I could hear was
School was almost out
And kids were getting anxious
Especially me.
The bell rang
And I walked home.
My brother and I waited for my dad
We waited
and waited
and waited for his arrival.
He finally arrived
So we packed our stuff in the car
And drove off.
A tear ran down my face
As I stared out the window.
I was sad,
But I felt free
And safe.
Then I realized I was going to a place
A place called home.

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