home. a place where you are with people you are comfortable and you love.

i was moved away from the house i lived in with my parents for 16 years to my cousin's place. i miss my home. i miss the home where my parents are around. i miss the home where God is found. i miss the home where joy is so evident. i miss the home when it was filled with so much warmth.

the house where i can still remember my parents walking around. the house where they always scold me. the house where we laugh together. the house where i quarrelled with them. the house with so much love and memories. though these few months have been terrible, but my house have been a comfort to me. cause whenever i'm home, i can still feel my parents presence. i can still see my memories i had with them.

when i'm in the living room, i can still see the 3 of us watching tv together. the 3 of us laughing together. when i walked into the bedroom, i can still my mummy and i talking and crying together. when i walked towards the bathroom, i can still remember the times when my mummy nag at me, i'll go into the bathroom. i'll feel as if they are still with me.

after living in my cousin's hse for 2 days, i was homesick. so i decided to sneak back. as i was walking towards my house, thoughts of my parents waiting for me home came by. as i stepped into the house, it was so lifeless. it was so quiet. it was so cold. i felt so terrible that i feel like leaving immediately. but... as i sat on the same sofa my mummy and i always sit. i lie on the bed my mummy always sleep on. i touch the walking stick my father use... the warmth came back. the smile came back.

the home that truly belongs to only me and my parents. the home that contains all my treasured memories. the place where i can still feel their presence.

but. the house is gonna be rented out. how? i dont want. this is the place i can feel happy. God. please make a way.

i'm still waiting for them home or rather they are still waiting for me to go home. i'm homesick. i want to be with them.