Sitting in a wooden heavy chair with the pea green seat, I’m scooted up to the table with my big sister and others. Stuff onthe wall, hair over my ears, I tuck it back around in back with my happy fingers. My ears always smile when I do that, so I do it alot. On a little round plate, in front of my chin lays a very quiet white slice of Bread, in a little brown picture frame. We all have one. Mine is special. I look at the others, mine is mine. My people to my right & left grab and gobble. I can see, yes, it’s meant only for me, hello little white Bread with a brown outline on your head, arms & feet, you’re so pretty! My little working fingers come to my cheek & brush the hair behind my ear. Now I’m ready. My table people are looking at me, the plate hanging on the wall above and behind me is looking at the Bread in front of me. I’m looking over and in front of the sink is my mom. She is also looking at me from the side of my ear with my hair that’s behind it. She’s in the kitchen, a room close attached, near by, separate. My eyes swirl happy to her direction and they open even wider when I see deep into her smiling eyes that are talking to only me. I didn’t say anything, she didn’t speak, then I saw her eyes ask me a question. I answered, ” I would like more please!” I noticed she did not look down at my plate that had my slice still sitting there. No explanation was needed.  It made me happy, because I had more that made me happy too! She leaned over the counter next to her & captured another slice of bread from the plastic sleeve it was living in, holding it gently in her hand she walked over to me at the table and lay it down to rest, right on top of the one that was still there. My people were all looking at me, different looks from each face, some I saw but couldn’t understand, some I saw and received unhappiness, concern, question marks, fear, pitty, lots of silly things that didn’t fit. My new slice of Bread fit perfectly right on top of the other one. Out of the strangling, no breath allowed, out of the plastic place, now in front of me, safe, at home with the one who loves it the most. They were kissing each other, right on the plate, in front of me, softly together, I’m so happy for them. I watched them hold each other for awhile. My hair feels soft behind my ear, check, my table people are uncomfortable, no check, it’s ok, I’m smiling, looking at the love in white resting happy in front of me, my hands are happy, they come up from my lap and pat the two slices. There, there, I love you always. You love me. Now I notice only what I haven’t done. I start to do it. I see it first, and I went back and built it. I saw the little house. The house of my bread. I already saw it complete, and just needed to put it where it already was.  Then everyone can see it, if they choose to. Probably not, doesn’t matter, the bread is happy. I’m so happy, I gently removed a bit of the brown frame for the pillars and foundation, I lifted & separated until it was high up & connected. Wadded up the front & made it hard, stuck it together, one piece held up the other piece. Perfect! It was standing tall. My bread house was ready! My mom gave me a celery stick, and raisins, in the house they go! Table people have all lost interest. They were eating viciously. I’m hungry too, but I’m more busy. My mom keeps watching. Table people are starting to leave. I’m more hungry. Oh! Times up! All alone, haven’t eaten, mom’s looking – no question on her face, just looking. The room clears out, the plates on the wall are left. I’m sitting there, my bread plate – full of love food looking at me. I thought, what if I eat my bread house? Will I ever see it again? I looked in the kitchen and my mom said very quietly. Do you want a bowl of cereal? Lots of noise and running in the other rooms away from me. I wasn’t drawn to that. My bread house in front of me, that made me very happy, my mom looking for an answer, I smiled very confidently, so happy – so in love – and I said…”No thank you”, and I ate my bread house fast and slow. Smiling, so much in love, and so very very happy! All the running and laughter from the other room by my table people was right there with me.  My name was on it, my running, my laughter, my bread house. My eyes, my love – in front of me, for me, by me, so much love. I have everything and my bread house told me so. I always believe my bread houses. Thank you bread houses – goodnight love you see you in the morning!