Chapter 1: Definition of Home

9.2K 366 57
                                    


"Home is not where
you are from,

it is where
you belong.

Some of us
travel the whole
world to find it.

Others,
find it in a person."

 Beau Taplin 

 The sounds of the rain hitting the roof, and of the water dripping from the cracks falling in the pots of fortune, had disturbed Lily all night, keeping her awake and staring up to the broken ceiling

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

The sounds of the rain hitting the roof, and of the water dripping from the cracks falling in the pots of fortune, had disturbed Lily all night, keeping her awake and staring up to the broken ceiling. While she had always loved the rain as it had a soothing effect, at that moment it only served to utterly annoy her.

She was exhausted, the bed seemed to crack even with her breath, she was shivering and, most of all, she was dead tired.

It was also cold. Her little t-shirt and leggings with the tiny, old, worn blanket did nothing to shield her from the cool nights of the early spring.

She deeply wished it was summer. She preferred to sweat from the hot than catch a cold or a fever when there would be almost no medicine to cure them. At least for her.

Lily let out a sigh and tried to change again position, making the bed make a worrisome crack, and she grew even more irritated.

Just thinking of the day after was enough to make her sick. It was a full day, she had to clean ALL the kitchen and that alone was an achievement, plus there were one hundred and twenty-five beds in the orphanage ready to be changed, and all little works to do around that at the moment she didn't even want to remember.

One hundred and twenty-five beds. Her limbs were already sore at the thought.

Lifting a little her head up, she looked at the small clock on a little chair, half broken and on the verge of abandoning the sorry world they both lived. How it still had the will to work was a wonder.

23:02

It wasn't really late, but she would have to wake up at five to start all the jobs, so she needed the sleep.

Lily wished it wasn't raining, so she could go to her spot on the hill to observe the valley and maybe relax a little. She wanted to see the feeble light of the moon illuming the valley, the warm lights of the houses that resembled fireflies in the night, to think of nothing and to just watch life going on.

But she couldn't because apparently the sky had decided to come down and it was obviously not a good idea to put the nose outside. Unless she wanted pneumonia.

She sighted again and got up from the bed, finally deciding that sleep wouldn't come any time soon. She lighted a little candle and lifted it up, illuminating barely her little attic with a lazy orange light.

Born to FlyWhere stories live. Discover now