As I walked down my old street, I felt an unprecedented anxiousness. Would they let me in or would they turn me away only to the cold lonely street. I remember this day from when I was forty years younger, a time when I was happy, when I had loved my family, and I was not alone. This was my last chance to turn away although deep in my heart I knew I could not or at least would not. I reassured myself that I had seen this day before although long ago from the inside looking out not an outsider looking in. Knock, knock, knock, here I go I thought as I felt the heat of the house pouring out into the cold afternoon. There a man stood in his doorway. A regular fellow, on with stress and responsibility weighing down on him but as he was a family man he let out of sense of comfort and trust. He hesitantly let me in his yard and as I walked around the yard reminiscing about times past when I saw the beginnings of an argument starting between the man and his Mrs. I decided that it was time I went inside so just to put off the argument for even just a few minutes. She let me in spite of his apparent need to rid of me. She was so fragile, and loving it amazed me just how ignorant she truly was. On the other hand He knew deep down who I was, he knew because he often shut me away ignored me and refused to embrace me for years know. I could not blame him, he needed his life to be right out of a "Leave it to Beaver" rerun and unfortunately for us life does not work out that way. I felt guilty lying to her when she asked about my past little did she know that my past is her present. I smiled in his face; the pure irony of the situation was so overwhelming any one would have. I turned the corner from the kitchen to the living room, I pointed to the window and told her how I used to sit here reading and dreaming of my own world, I told her of my mother and her subtle beauty, her love for her children and her respect for her
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