She looks out the windows—the vast mountains in the distance, seemingly inanimate yet somehow keeping pace with her father's driving.
"Mom, are we home yet?" the child impatiently cries out. The mother turns to her, caresses her and replies the little girl in a hushed, gentle voice.
"Oh my darlingest, home is where your heart lies."
She takes a second glace at the mountains, then at the moon; the glimmer of the night sky. Constellations shaped like a heart made her wonder if her place was among the stars—though she'd miss the warmth of her mother's embrace.
Afterall, home is where the heart lies.