Home

He turned the knob and pushed open the door. A breeze came from his back and pushed in some leaves from the porch. He took his first steps into his new house, took a moment to take it all in. He took a deep breath and started to grin. He finally did it, what he was always striving for, a home to call his own. It might not seem like that great a deal to anybody else but he was different. From the age of 15 he lived on the streets, abandoned by his mother and father left to fend for himself. He was a victim like so many others in this world. He worked hard for everything and earned everything he had. Nothing came easy to him but he liked it that way. He loved the feeling of having something that he had worked so hard for. And the ultimate goal was having a place to call home again, his own place. People who handed everything in life miss out on the feeling you get when you finally reach a goal with your own hard work and effort. He was fortunate enough to know this joy. When he was 18 years old he started working and never looked back. He knew that this was the only way to get out of this hell hole is was plunged into. He had gone through a great deal a pain throughout his life and to reach this moment in his life was bliss. Tears started flowing down from his eyes as he fell to his knees. He did it, he finally did it.