In every reality,I stop at a street signTake at least a 15-minute breakThen decide to keep on going straight.It does not matter which road I take.They all lead to away.For as long as I’ve knownI have been tasked with finding a home.One morning, after making a breakfast large enough to fill my tummyIroning me a set of warm clothesThat would take care of me in every season to comeMother walked me...