In the words of Milan Kundera,"Do you think that home was still home? Is home a room with glass walls?... A room where you keep your beloved more carefully hidden than contraband?" My brother has been both my refuge and my escape at times of need. I think the inherent longing we have for our homes comes from a sense of belonging. And in world of crowds with isolated people,this little one's home changes owing to our transfers but is the epitome of how he finds peace in an "environment" of home.