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What's your definition of home?
Submitted by NayNay72

What is my definition of home?
Well, I lived in a lot of homes. A home is a place which often is built of brick and mortor, foundation and roof, walls and closets, fridges and stoves, pots and pans. I lived in a very large house once between the ages one to four and a very small home on Springarten Road. Between the ages of five and six, I had been adopted about twenty-five times...those homes were as quick as any other five minute quickie. By the time I was eight years old, I had gone to Springarten Road Public School in Windsor, Ontario, about six times between Kindergarten and grade two, about five Windsor Public Schools and an orphanage in LA or New York. The orphanage was put on fire while I was in jail and I don't know if jail constituted home as Father Hoover babysat me where there would be no intruders nor firemen nor Christians posing as psychiatrists. The next six years was a rotating door more than a home between aunts and uncles and Mel and Lambert depending how far Mel had to travel to put in a window for someone. He could have gone as far as the Yukon for all I knew. He just travelled a lot with Robert Rae. Lambert always went south you know for the winter months for his tuberculosis carrying his cane and hat in hand....winter being about six  months long so that left me with the bears and wolves.
I guess home is in the bush with the animals and in my mind with the animals and my mirror twins. I never lacked for companions. A pen and pencil would bring them all to life. I found that in my home of books I always died at the end very much like Hollywood visits. Always...I could never dream of staying with a man (or a woman). I always died.
I was told by a Federal judge and police officers and agents and Christians posing as psychiatrists that nobody wanted me not even Theodore Melbourne Wigle and Elsie Dolittle.
"I don't need a mother and a father. Jesus is my brother and Jehovah is my father."
That is as close to a home as I have come thus far although presently I am living with a partner who is out more than in or on the computer for the remainder of the stay. In human terms home was in Amherstburg, Essex and London but I lost that home to taxes for lack of funds.
Home is a place where mothers bake cookies for after school snacks. It is a place where a homemaker hangs  out the wash dodging the occasional bullet. Home is where the children do all the housework while mommy is in bed unable to lift her head because someone decided to pour five vials of mercury into her coffee. Home is where a mommy sits in a hallway reading to three different bedrooms until everyone has fallen to sleep except for Carrie.
"Close your eyes."
"I can't. This is how I sleep."
Home is waking children up to set on a school bus at eight o'clock in the morning before trotting off to school because you don't trust any babysitters. Home is kneeling in prayer on the living room floor begging God to protect your child as she walks to school by herself because her brother is too ill to get out of bed. Home is where elders and their wives might come in and take photos of your kitchen while you are listening to stories about God at a Kingdom Hall and you might not have washed your dishes before leaving. Home is where you lower your children out a bathroom window in the middle of the night because you have night visitors from New York and Hollywood and they aren't looking for a Bible Study.
"So Steven? How is daddy these days?"
Home is having the police knock on your door in the middle of the night because a twelve year old deaf girl was raped and the license plate was from New York.
"How did you get those bruises and cuts on your face?"
Home is where you don't eat the food after you come back from a JW meeting because when you go to pray over it you can't say Amen.
"Did you take some of the chili?"
Home is a place that you lock.