"What will happen to their house?" I asked.
"It won't be important anymore. They'll each create their own homes later, and the females will have their own babies in them."
"Why don't they just come back here?" I asked.
"They want their own," Daddy said.
"Sometimes, we have to move on and find ourselves. Were all a little different and we need something that's ours, not something that belonged to our forefathers, but something that we create ourselves."
"You create homes for people."
He nodded. "Yes, so you see, if everyone stayed in the home he was brought up in. I'd be out of work."
"Mommy wants us to stay forever at the farm," Noble said, his eyes small like Mama's.
"I know," Daddy said. "But someday, someday you'll leave. It will just be in you to do it. And you mustn't be afraid."
"I don't want to leave." Noble said petulantly.
"We'll see," Daddy said, his voice dripping with wisdom. He winked at me. Where would we Do. Noble and I? I wondered.
I looked out then toward the mountains in the distance.
I was doing that now.
And I was smiling and thinking about Daddy holding our hands and walking us back to the car, the breeze lifting the beautiful strands of his hair, his eyes full of hope for all of us.
And I knew in an instant what he was saying. 'We would leave our home someday perhaps. But we would never leave each other.
Never.