Home was a marvelous house, almost like the American dream, perfectly white house, picket fence, perfectly green grass, you name it. Me and my father went past the front gate, but then my loose shirt that was too big for me caught on one of the pickets and tore a large hole. this pulled me back so hard that i ended up falling on my back. this in turn made me fall on my wings. My wings were very fragile back then. well lets just say they hurt a lot. i was arching my back and whipping my tail around so hard that i accidentally hit my father on the ankle with it. back then i didn't know that my tail was so strong. he feel to the ground himself from the pain o his ankle as i later learned was broken. but after a couple minutes of agony and pain my father got up and carried me inside of the house. more like limped. the house was full of precious artwork and items like vases and modern art. the house had a very large hallway that lead from the main door directly to the back of the house which is the kitchen. then there are two doors on the left, and two doors on the right. and near the end of the hallway there was a staircase leading upstairs which i was forbidden to go up. when my father carried me in he opened the first door on the left which is the living room. the living room was your typical rich guy living room with big screen tv and whatever else. he let me lay on my belly on the leather couch. it helped a lot with the pain but it still hurt. my father then got up and went out the door. then i heard what was seemingly him going up the stairs and a few minutes later him coming down. when he opened the door again he had some sort of green ointment in a jar. he had set it down on an end table next to the couch and opened the jar. he then puts some on his palms and started rubbing my wings down, they felt instant relief. i had then flapped my wings once to see if they were ok and they accidentally knocked my father of his balance sending him back a tiny bit before regaining it. after that he slathered on some of that green ointment on his own ankle. seeming as my wings were ok i got up and looked at his ankle. it looked pretty bad. i looked up into his eyes and still he smiled the same as when we left the hospital.