By Metu Osele
The home I left is a fresh tattoo: a throb at night, of longing. It is Sister dancing with miscalculated steps; Brother laughing the croaky cackle of boy becoming man; Friend teasing, “That is a darn ugly shoe.” Seated on C6, I look over the tarmac and stroke my heart-shaped tattoo. I am coming home.
Metu Osele is a graduate student in the UAMS Department of Biomedical Informatics. She writes short stories on her blog – creativewritingbymetu.com – and ghostwrites non-fiction and fiction publications. She wrote “Home” to express her feelings as an immigrant in the United States.