A few silky strands of blonde hair covered the little girls walnut colored eyes. A bright gap tooth smile that made the world seem like pain and suffering never existed. Too busy trying to dream of the worlds she could create or imagine. Building a house out of long moss and bark covered sticks and sweeping leaves off brown dirt floors. Establishing where each room in this imaginary house would ideally fit. Perfect for her and her tender adventurous soul. Crunchy colors of yellow, red, and brown surrounded the outside of this beautiful nest she felt was her safety net.

The little wood logs tried their hardest to withstand the blustery autumn air as it forced its way into the cracks of walls. She knew even if the wind would take this home away, she could always start over and rebuild. The sun shone down on her and gave her a sense of spiritual peace that it would all be okay, even if the wind was trying to undo it all.

With the floors free of crunchy colors and designated rooms assigned by walls made of stacked rocks and branches, the space was more complete than ever before. A sense of pride came over this little bright eyed cutie that she was strong enough to accomplish such a hard task. The sense of peace, safety, security, and love were all that she hoped this would bring her. All the things that her tiny little soul needed in the real world, but had never received.

The little girl believed that the world was full of wonderful things, even though her real home wasn’t that kind of place. Although, she didn’t have an actual home of her own, to her that little stick built masterpiece was her escape. A place of refuge from the real pain and suffering inside the actual place her parents called “home”.