Jay and Em were very solemn this morning as they called me in to the kitchen. They sat me down, looking very serious, and I stared up at them from my spot on the floor. I felt like a prisoner in the dock, awaiting sentence.
There was a long pause, then all at once Em looked at Jay, Jay looked at Em, and Jay smiled and said:
“Well, it’s official. You’ve passed your probation!”
They both smiled.
I sat there a moment or two longer until I realized what this meant. It meant that I’m in now. It’s home. This is it. The place. My pad. I’m on title – Yay!!!
“Don’t get carried away, kid,” said Em.
I jumped up and down and ran to get my slipper – the one that squeaks when I chew it. I brought it as an offering, and Jay promptly threw it down the stairs toward the basement.
Running down the stairs to retrieve it I couldn’t help but smile.
I’m home now. This is my home.