When most people hear the words Home Alone, this is the image that comes to mind.
The chaos of a frightened little boy left behind by his family, trying to fend-off burglars.
Home Alone can be just as terrifying for countless individuals, who have lost or never found their Soul Mate. No matter how large, small, shabby, or gloriously chic the outer frame or decorative interior; these things do not make a house a home. It’s the sound of laughter and tears, children playing or squabbling; the sweet aroma from the meal of the day, and the barking of the family dog wanting to go out.
Home is the place for happy family gatherings and sometimes moments of sorrow. Where babies take their first steps, and grow up to descend the stairs on prom night. A home is where childhood memories are made, where Mom and Dad dance alone at night after they put the kids to bed. Home is where grandparents return to live out their last days surrounded by familiar faces.
Home Alone means no voices, no memories, just silence. Each day becomes the same, and everything becomes one. One cup, plate, fork, spoon, napkin, meal…. until one becomes none.
What Say You?