For the very fortunate of all of us, home is where we belong, where we are comfortable, where there are people we love and by whom we are loved, people on whom we can count. But I am painfully aware that for others, juvenile delinquents, adult criminals, addicts, alcoholics and the disturbed, none of that is so. The fortunate of these find a place where others take them in even though they don't have to. Other people, such as an abused spouse or child think of going home as an ordeal. For many, it is not a happy place and they go there with sweaty palms, bowed head and rolling stomach.
Some people become afraid of home even though they never had a bad experience there.
She wandered away from home and got lost in the life of a great city. The evil of the place swallowed her and she wound up in a house of shame. The girl's mother heard what had happened and went out with a heavy heart to find her daughter. One day the girl entered a place and carelessly glanced at a picture on the mantle. Coming closer, she recognized her own mother.