Its cold and cloudy outside. A rush of wind. I close my door and go inside my apartment. Alone. The silence throws me. A sudden sense of loneliness.... Just yesterday I was thinking how much I loved the silence in my apartment. And suddenly it is unbearable. I miss home. It doesnt matter how old you are, how much you have grown, your home is always near your heart. I miss seeing the dear old faces. Their voices. Their hugs, their scolding, their laughter. I talk to them everyday, but what can compare to the real physical feel of them in front of you talking to you, consoling you, scolding you, laughing with you? I wish I was still a kid. What an irony.. When I was little, all I wanted was to grow up as quickly as I could and see the world. Now that I have grown and left my home, all I want is to be back home.... Home.. Sweet old home...
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