Prologue
Hey, Mama. Houses are so nice. I want a house, too.
Huh? This is a house?
But it’s a wagon. It’s not a house.
Wherever Mama and I are together is home? Is that true?
Home is a place where family and loved ones and friends are together? No matter what kind of place it is?
So then if you and I lived under that tree over there, that tree would be home, Mama? If we lived in the shade of that rock, then the rock would be our house?
Okay then, okay then, so even if we lived in a place that was huge, super huge like a giant’s bedroom, with a hundred friends, that would still be called home?
I get it. That’s great, Mama! We can make a home wherever we are!
For now, this wagon is home for the two of us. But listen, someday, I will live in a big, amazing house that has lots of flowers, with you and a hundred friends.
That kind of house sounds nice. That’s the kind of house I want.
Yeah. Someday for sure, I’ll live in that kind of home!
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