When dusk arrived, Calista was standing in her yard, a smile on her face. There was no good place like home.
As much as going places sounded pretty cool, the security one just felt when home was different from when out there.
Even if there is nothing at home, the fact that you call it home makes it different and very special. A home is a place that makes you feel warm automatically without doing much. It's a place which is filled with memories, whether bad or good, though she leaned more toward the good side.
There was no way she would call a place that would haunt her in the dreams as home. That place would be a haunted house and definitely not a home.
And having the naughty son of hers in hand, Calista was even more satisfied to have returned home. Only if the other naughty son of hers loved staying at home. But it was good that he was away. Imagine if he was at home. Wouldn't everyone freak out with how playful he was?
