Home Is Where The Heart Is

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

It was almost like a blank canvas. There wasn’t anything there. Everything was just nature. Winding down the blank canvas was an unpaved road, waiting for its turn in the cycle of life. When the time came, it would be a new beginning for everyone.

The 1940’s came around and a small neighborhood of houses were built. A woman by the name of Anne had chosen the small house for her and her husband. They planned to live out the rest of their lives there “Till death do they part.”

Her husband had an unsteady income and therefor could not afford a large house for the children that they hoped to have in the future. A boy, a girl, maybe both. 

No children were born as the years went on. Poor Anne was unfertile and wasn't able to have them. Because of the lack of tchnology, an egg doner wasn't a healthy option. But, as new neighbors and their families started to move in, she became the neighborhood nanny. Her favorite family to look after were the Richardsons. They lived to the left of Anne. Both of the families had become great friends.

With Anne’s small nanny business and her husband’s money from working at the local school, the two had saved up enough money for a very expensive vacation. It was long overdue. Before they could ever take that vacation, the married couple decided that they really wanted a child. In the next month, Anne and Robert went to adopt a small child. Thoguh, before that would ever happen, life took its toll on them. There had been a house fire. While the two were asleep, one of the outlets caught fire from a plug hanging too loosely from the wall. Robert had gotten Anne out of the house with only a few third degree burns before he was engulfed in flames. He was pronounced dead on the scene. Everyone was devastated.

It was four years later in 1959 when lonely Anne had raised enough money to adopt the child. The two still knew each other because Anne would often visit orphanage and talk about how she would hopefully adopt him when she was able to. The little six year old named Evan grew up in peace. When he was finally of age, he started to help with the bills and had started his own college fund. When he had saved enough money to start him off, he left. He became friends with a newly married couple named the Estes’ who lived in the neughborhood over.

Evan would try to balance his life between visiting his mom, looking after the three small Estes boys, college, and his low paying job. He was a social butterfly and would eventually pay the price for it. He became involved with the wrong crowd and eventually would meet his end like every other person. Only his would come sooner than anyone ever expected.

A parent's worst nightmare is to have to bury their child. They always hope and expect that it would be the other way around. 

When he turned 27, he would be in the wrong place at the wrong time and would meet his end.. He and his friends had been out drinking and were staggering home. After Evan’s friends had made it safely home, he decided to be smart about his drunken state. He walked out near the busy road to hail a cab when he noticed someone near an alley. Being curious, he walked over to see what was going. He npticed two figures communicting and could not make out what they were saying. Something was passed between the two men but Evan couldn't tell what it was. Then, he was hit over the head with a blunt object and blacked out. He never saw it coming.

When he woke up, he was in a large field. He could see houses off near the distance and knew that he was close to his mother's home. When he had finally managed to get onto his feet, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He grabbed it out of human instinct and quickly drew his hand back realizing how much of a mistake he had made. He slowly looked down, wanting his thoughts not to be right. When he saw the blood on his hands, he almost passed out. His wound was losing too much blood too fast. He suddenly felt faint. He ripped off his shirt and held it over his wound to keep the blood in.

Evan had always wanted to be a doctor or some form of that. Healing people and helping them seemed like the right thing to do after all he had been through. Of course, that dream faded away as he realized all of the things he would never be able to get to do again. He would never get to see the Estes children, go to college, meet a woman and marry her and have children of his own. But most of all, he would never get to see his mother again.

Evan looked at his body. He was pale and he knew he was dying. All he wanted to do was get home to tell his mother how much he loved her before he would die. The thought of never seeing her again etched into his mind and determination was radiating throughout his body. As he was weaving through the houses and trees, he tripped over an uprooted tree root. All he could think was what he ever did to deserve this? Why was this happening to him? As he got up again, he could see his house. The lights were on. Probably just mom worrying about me, he thought. He either visited or called every night to set her at ease. With every step he took, he was losing consciousness. As Evan walked up to the porch, he realized how tired he actually was. When his mother opened the door after he knocked, she hugged him so tight that she knocked the breath out of him. Which was definitely a bad idea. Anne soon noticed Evan’s deathly wound when she ushered him inside and noticed all of the blood. “I love you mom,” Evan finally managed to choke out with his last breath as they were sitting on the sofa. Sleep sounded extremely good at the moment. As he slowly closed his eyes and lost the last bit of consciousness he would ever have, Anne hugged him tightly to her body whispering “I love you too baby,” over and over again as he died in her arms.

The years went by faster than ever. Anne felt like she had nothing left to live for. She had no one to help anymore and she had no one to put in her will. Until one day in May of 1999.

The middle Estes son was looking for a house for him and his six month old baby. His ex-girlfriend had left him with a child born just in November the year before. He couldn’t stay in an apartment anymore. At least, not with everyone looking for him. He had someone to protect now. So, Anne decided to give her house to him for a cheap price.

Anne went to a rest home and soon died as the small child grew older. The girl may not have been the happiest person, but she was content. She was happy that she had grown up here. And maybe, just maybe, she would raise her family in the same house.

Hello all!!!! So, I had to write this for school and HOME was the prompt. But I was wondering if anyone would want me to make this into a big long story. Like, pretend this is a one-shot....would you guys want to here more?

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