The Light and the Dark Door

When I come home there are two doors, one light and one dark. First, I choose the dark. It looks spooky and gloomy. I sit on the couch and it is rock hard. I called mom, no reply. I leave the gloomy house. I go through the light door. There I see mom. I remember the dark house. There was no mom, dad, or light. Now I know this is my home. No other home is like it. Why?, I say to myself, why is this the only home I feel welcome in? In the dark house I was not welcome. No one was welcome. Now I am welcome and my whole family is welcome. I know this is my home. This is where I feel welcome. So warm and it smells like cookies. This is no ordinary house. This is my home. It is like your home, but different. We all have homes. Those homes out there are not houses, just houses where no one feels welcome. Now I know going through the light door and not the dark door, it leads to sadness. The light door leads to happiness. So from now on just take the light door.