It would be one thing if she could point in the direction of home,
but everyone kept telling her that from now on "home" was something she'd have to find inside of herself.
The house her family built still sat on a hill in a town, once very beautiful with hundreds of tiny white lights at christmas time.
It had been years, though, since anyone lived there and the yard was overgrown with tall, aggressive-looking weeds...
So, it sat there on that hill in her mind, like a ghost.
