They say Home is where the Heart is.
They say Hearth and Heart maketh the Home
That night, my heart held only one desire. One hope…
With cold shaking fingers, numbed from the winter wind and sleet, Arthur inserted the key into the lock.
Home.
He removed his jacket and and hung it up. Removed his shoes and placed them tidily next to his siblings’ carelessly shucked off foot wear.
Upstairs, he neatly set his school clothes for the morning, then dressed in jeans, jumper and slippers, he went back down stairs.
Pauline, Arthur's oldest sister, was nursing her third child, Mum was consoling Mary because her boyfriend had cheated on her. Again. Dad was at the pub because he'd lost another job.
And Arthur was worried about his homework.
After dinner, Dad was moaning at the news, Pauline's little one was settled in Mum's arms. Mary was texting her friends, and Arthur had done his homework.
The home fire burning away merrily, warming them all.
Families are weird, but yep, home really is where the heart is.
My hope that night? That others can feel the welcome and love of family too x
