The gravitational pull of the ancestral home was greater than either of them realized. A razor-sharp filament that tethered them...even as their deepest adult wills resisted.What could possibly repel them from that nest so warm and kind? Was it petulance? Hardness of heart? That damnable rebellious spirit? Could it be that their resistance was ingrained? Expected? The norm...for all intents and purposes?
Oh how resistance was futile! How many time and time agains had they snapped back into their blithe orbits? So many times embraced back into the comforts of that which only truly existed briefly.
That whirring flashpop of family!
Nuzzled deep into winter cold quilts of lovingkindness, the wide open face of a child, hair tousled and sweaty.
Home. Did they ever leave it? No, probably not. Will they? Home will leave them first. And when it finally does...where then, finally, will they resist?
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