Home Is Where My Heart Is
No matter how many miles my feet have walked or how beautiful were the places my eyes have seen . There's always a part of me that never leaves HOME . This little part that turned into frozen bones is still missing the warmness that gives me the feeling of belonging .
It's mysterious how the joy of discovering the world would never fill the holes in my soul I got when I left home . I've tried hundred meals of hundred kitchens started from the Russian to the Korean but none of them tasted like Mama's tasty handmade . I've been in many wonderful towns too and nothing of the amazement I've seen there replaced the peace I had in the small talks I used to have with Mum that turn often into an endless conversation as we take the first swipe of coffee .
Oh God ! I miss My Mom's softy hands and My Daddy's beautiful laughter . I miss how I spend my Saturday nights with my sister watching silly movies and trying not to laugh out loud . I miss the way my brother mocks me that I actually don't mind .
Everything about Home is peaceful blessed with love and grace.
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