'"Well, it’s ten acres,” said George. “Got a little win’mill. Got a little shack on it, an’ a chicken run. Got a kitchen, orchard, cherries, apples, peaches, ‘cots, nuts, got a few berries. They’s a place for alfalfa and plenty water to flood it. They’s a pig pen.".... “An’ rabbits, George.” ““We could live offa the fatta the lan’.” “Sure,” said George. “All kin’s a vegetables in the garden, and if we want a little whisky we can sell a few eggs or something, or some milk. We’d jus’ live there. We’d belong there. There wouldn’t be no more runnin’ round the country and getting fed by a Jap cook. No, sir, we’d have our own place where we belonged and not sleep in no bunk house.”'
Tularecito stared hard at the ground and drilled his old thoughts with this new information. "Thou hast said they are my people," he exclaimed. "I am not like the others at the school or here. I know that. I have loneliness for my people who live in the deep in the cool earth. When I pass a squirrel hole, I wish to crawl into it and hide myself. My own people are like me. I must go home to them, Pancho."
Another example is the movie tangled, she wants to leave the castle and go see the lights, but she doesn't want to because of what her mom will say.