Song of the Mockingbird: My Journey with Josefina

Home is right in front of me: my family. Maybe I had to lose them, briefly, to see how much they mean to me. I climb off the rock. The afternoon sun touches the adobe house with warm light, and this funny, flat-roofed house has never looked so welcoming.

I pull open the door and Daisy pushes in ahead of me. My family’s faces turn toward me, familiar and smiling. Mom comes over to give me a hug, and Dad checks on the tamales on the stove. They smell delicious.

I head to the cabinet and pull out some plates. It’s time for my first dinner in my new home.