As I sit here far from home wishing for someone or something familiar, my mind wanders through my memories and I begin to wish for the plane to come sooner.
As I sit here far from home wishing for someone or something familiar, my mind wanders through my memories and I begin to wish for the plane to come sooner. I've been away for a while on business, but I'm looking forward to being home. My pet will be happy to see me and I know I've missed him the most. Pulling out a notebook, I jot down some cute things about him to occupy my time and brain space while I sit in this desolate airport waiting for a delayed plane.
I'm feeling very sentimental, so I write, "A little bird taught me to sing, he taught me to laugh. He said hello every morning with the sweetest smile only a bird can give. He cried in his own way when I left the house. He screamed in joy when I returned. A little bird would stay quiet and rub his head on my hand when I wasn't happy. He danced when I played music, he sang when I talked, he answered when I said hi. He curled up in the corner of his cage to watch a movie. He brightens the house and brings joy to every moment. He nods his head when he gets excited."
I smile as I read back through my notes. I really can't wait to be home because, while it's nice to get away from the house for a bit, it's also equally as pleasant to get back. There's something familiar about it, something that always draws you back. Maybe it's your pet, your family, a friend. Maybe it's why people return to their childhood homes just to see what became of it. Why people drive by places they know just to catch a glimpse. All I know is a little bird told me to come home.
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