(...neither heaven nor space)

Once upon a time a little girl was born. Actually, she wasn't so little. She was pretty big for a baby. As the years passed by, the girl didn't grow everything she had to. Now, she's a little short. She'll never make it to the NBA.

But the girl was born with a natural sense of humor. And let's face it, she had charm. She could wrap everyone she DIDN'T want around her (long) fingers. But never those she wanted...
She'd get shy and act weird and that's not the recipe to make people fall in love with you.

One day, the girl thought that living alone was sad. So she moved to a place Far Away, to rescue an old lady. But in that place, she never had her own room. She just occupied another's. And she lost her old room in her Old Town. Now it belongs to her sister...

And sometimes, the little girl feels sad 'cause she doesn't know where she lives. She has no room, in any of those two places. Sometimes she misses her mommy. And sometimes she misses her pillow.

She just plain misses her home. But the thing is, she doesn't know where her home is anymore.
She wants to stay. But she wants to go. She has friends here. But she misses her bed there. Here there's tv and computers. There she has her sister to yell at, to bite, to hug, to bother.

I don't know if I want to live in Oz or Kansas, Toto. I don't think I can choose.