In retrospect, Home is an intangible concept. It is a way to organize space into our minds and is a place where you can be yourself; where nobody tells you what you can and can not do.
As for myself, I had never had a home in the many years I have spent on this earth. The villagers would often eye my wanderings and take me towards a place to stay, yet I leave at dawn. While they are kind, they cannot bring me a home.
I used to have a home; a home where my mother and sisters loved me, and where I could do whatever I wanted. But that was before I was given my deidic status, and before it was stripped away from me.
I remember the day clearly, with my sisters requesting me to gather wildlife on the earth for my recent anniversary. And I never returned, for once my feet hit the ground, it started.
White chainlinks began to cover my body; they coiled around my arms, legs, and chest, and began to boil my flawless skin. I was brought to the ground and cried out in agony for what seemed li