Going Home

Winter is long. It is long and extremely cold. As Rem sat there wondering when someone would come buy him, he watched the many people come through the doors with their large coats.

Many kids came in, you see, but none of them wanted a robot with a remote control. No, they all wanted the robots that worked with apps on their phones. They wanted the more "modern" robots as the parents would say.

"Why don't we look at this one - it's more modern, more updated."

Rem understood, the latest toy is always interesting and fun. But he also knew that he worked all the time. You didn't have to wait for a charge, just a change of the battery.

Suddenly, the doors to the shop burst open with a frigid gust of wind. It was almost time for Christmas. Rem desperately wanted to go home. To any home. Hopefully one with a kid.

Rem could see the glimpse of a star through the open doors. He looked at it and wished "let me go home."

When he was done with the wish, he began to wait. To wait and to hope.

Eventually days passed and Rem began to lose hope. He started to think that it would be another year of this shelf. But on Christmas Eve, something changed. A couple came in to the shop to look at the robots.

"What problem?" asked the woman.

"Well, the app isn't available for Android yet so the toy won't work. We need something that works without an app or one that has an app for our phones," the man replied.

"There doesn't seem to be any left," stated the woman with worry.

"Please look over here," whispered Rem's heart. " I will love your child, I'm a great robot, and I have a remote control."

The man glanced in Rem's direction. Rem's heart leaped.

"Look, this one has a remote with a battery that supposed to last for years the box says."

"Perfect! Let's get it and get home. It's too crowded on a day like this," The woman didn't care about the robot, but that didn't matter to Rem. He was going home.

As they carried Rem to the counter to pay, he looked back at the empty shelf and smiled. This was going to be the perfect home. He could feel it.