We've all said it before at some point in time in our life, but I had never heard it said with so much conviction. We were sitting on some folding chairs in the driveway and he said, "I just want to go home." I remember when I was young, I went to my first sleepover at my cousins' house. I remember having a blast until it was time for bed. I remember laying in my sleeping bag, muttering over and over to myself, "I want to go home, I miss my mommy. I want to go home....I want to go home..." I didn't go home, I survived the night, but that memory has always stuck with me. I had never wanted to be home so badly. In College, there were missed holidays where all I wanted to be was at home. There were the tough times my family was going through and I remember saying, "I want to go home. I NEED to be home." When I heard, "I just want to go home." today, it wasn't from my 4 year old or even out of my mouth. It came from the