On The Last Day On Earth, I Will Not Be Alone (1)

I always wanted to go home. even when I was there. Home, to me, wasn’t my house, though I had many happy moments there. Home, or rather, “Home”, was a feeling. The feeling I had when I was, I think, five? And me and both my parents were living in the city. It was the feeling I got when my dad came home from the army, him putting his bag down, looking at me, and smiling that big smile. It was when my mom would buy chinese food every other wedensday, and we’d eat it together. It was when I would go to visit my friends, a single staircase up or down. It was a point in time that existed only in my head.

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