Coming Home

The closer he came to his small farmhouse, he noticed the changes

in the surroundings. He glanced at the barren fi elds. He noticed the

paint chipping from the barn. In the distance, Henry saw two young

children in one of the fi elds. The children looked at him and dashed

away, heading for home. Henry picked up his pace. He could now

see his house. It was not burned or in ruins, yet it was not the bright,

joyful, beautiful place in which he recalled. The children rushed

into the farmhouse calling for their mother, Ma, Ma theres a strange

man coming up the road towards the house.