pembroke circle

The first day of kindergarten I dove in cognizant of the three most important things. My name, how to read, and 8773 Silas Deane. Sizing at 29 pounds and standing an inch shy of 3 feet my four-year-old self relentlessly repeated the last one in trembling fear that one day I may get lost and need help finding my way home.
Three years later I began the third grade standing confidently with a solid 7 inches and 15 pounds supplementing my appearance. My new teacher attempted to teach me time tables and how to divide 100 by 5 but I was solely focused on learning one thing, 8864 Pembroke circle, the address to my new home.
With the years passing by quicker than an arrow being shot from the finest archer, my older sister fell ill and I was forced to move in with my aunt and learned a song to remember my new home. “Walk down the block stop and look at your clock and come the 44th minute you’ll be in shock because the fisher is richer than the whole block.” 44 Fisher Street.
My middle school days came to an end shortly after and 3 months into my freshman year of high school, I was dictated to take a practice SAT exam, which required my address. Once again I had a new home, this time in Virginia with my mother, 13120 Forest Mist Lane.
A week into my sophomore year I moved again, but with my father. That is when I met you and the most impactful thing I learned that year was that your eyes are my favorite color and your laugh is my favorite sound.
Springtime swiftly rolled around and I got invited to my first high school party and woke up the following morning sensing that my ride was too hung over to drive me home so I insisted that I would be fine walking. Needless to say I woke up face down on the sidewalk covered in my own vomit with a kind woman named Clara, who luckily was passing by, helplessly shaking my body. Eventually, when I came to she asked me were I lived and if I needed help getting home and the only sound that raspingly scraped out of my throat was your name. And that is when it hit me that home is not a place where one frankly lives, but rather a place that possesses their heart.
—  please come home