Jessica’s hair swayed along the cold December breeze. She could see her shadow following her along the gleaming yellow street. Her arms tremble from the cold as she held a cardboard box against her chest like her life depended on it. The objects hastily thrown inside rattled with her every step, her chest ragged with breaths. It was so cold that her tears burned against her cheeks. 

She has been walking for a while now. She’s supposed to be walking home but she couldn’t find where it was, she couldn’t remember what home felt like. 

Oh yes, it felt like her but when she saw her earlier, it was different. She wasn’t her home, not anymore.