Home is a Blessing

Matt looked up from his drawing pad and onto his subject, a stern-looking man holding a briefcase. Matt wasn’t pleased with his sketch. It was grey and uninteresting. Everything in the bus he was currently riding was. Except for one little girl sitting across from him. The girl held a sketchbook in one hand and a crimson red crayon in the other. He watched as she finished her drawing and attempted to show it to a man, who appeared to be her father, pleading with someone on the other end of the phone call. The words Matt overheard were “house” and “eviction.” However, he did not acknowledge her, waving her away with his hand. The girl’s bright blue eyes welled up with tears and the crayon slipped from her small fingers. Suddenly, the bus came to an abrupt stop, startling him. Her father looked up and took his daughter’s hand, leading her out of the bus. He realized she had left behind her drawing on the seat next to him. The drawing was of the girl and her father standing in front of a large house, with wide smiles on their faces. Matt darkened as he realized that this is what the girl fantasized of: a loving home with a happy father. His home was important to him, a place where he could relax and where everyone around him loved him and he loved back. A place where things didn’t need to be perfect and where he felt safe and protected. Not everyone had that.