Leeron, this one really landed softly—like a hand reaching out and being met. Mattie’s world, with all its careful details and quiet shifts, felt tender and true. That sling, the scent of ginger cake, the way their name gets spoken the way it feels inside—each part carried the shape of being seen. What stayed with me most was the way care wasn’t explained—it was lived. Felt in clean clothes that don’t scratch, in veggies picked with attention, in the way Tilda stays close. That kind of care builds something steady. Not flashy. Just real. Like the beginning of trust.
Thank you for sharing this. It felt like breathing in a space where someone finally gets to exhale. And please make sure to tag me in the long one to. It is after all a creation sparked by this prompt. I was tremendous fun reading your stories. Thank you for creating, participating, sharing your micro-fictions with a proud twist.
Thank you! For me “home” is one of those quietly sacred concepts. A feeling rather than a place (though of course places bring feelings). I imagine that for a kid who’s been bounced around a bunch, trust is hard and ‘home’ is a deeply complex thing. They’ll still have a ways to go. But having a safe, supportive space where you can relax and be yourself… that’s the core. And they have that now.
I’ll be sure to tag you for the inter-quel once that’s done. 😊
Leeron, I agree, home is complex, layered, seldom just a place, more like a map you trace back. And yes, absolutely yes to supportive, safe, secure, where authenticity is cherished. That’s why for me it has never been a place, because Safety and Security are still largely missing.
Leeron, this one really landed softly—like a hand reaching out and being met. Mattie’s world, with all its careful details and quiet shifts, felt tender and true. That sling, the scent of ginger cake, the way their name gets spoken the way it feels inside—each part carried the shape of being seen. What stayed with me most was the way care wasn’t explained—it was lived. Felt in clean clothes that don’t scratch, in veggies picked with attention, in the way Tilda stays close. That kind of care builds something steady. Not flashy. Just real. Like the beginning of trust.
Thank you for sharing this. It felt like breathing in a space where someone finally gets to exhale. And please make sure to tag me in the long one to. It is after all a creation sparked by this prompt. I was tremendous fun reading your stories. Thank you for creating, participating, sharing your micro-fictions with a proud twist.
Thank you! For me “home” is one of those quietly sacred concepts. A feeling rather than a place (though of course places bring feelings). I imagine that for a kid who’s been bounced around a bunch, trust is hard and ‘home’ is a deeply complex thing. They’ll still have a ways to go. But having a safe, supportive space where you can relax and be yourself… that’s the core. And they have that now.
I’ll be sure to tag you for the inter-quel once that’s done. 😊
Leeron, I agree, home is complex, layered, seldom just a place, more like a map you trace back. And yes, absolutely yes to supportive, safe, secure, where authenticity is cherished. That’s why for me it has never been a place, because Safety and Security are still largely missing.