Home is where you really belong. No matter how bad it is, how insecure it it, how difficult they are, every one has their haven. Some place you can escape to. I'm going home, to recharge, to refill. Ah parents, even if you are in your thirties or forties, they would pamper you as if you were 5. A place you can be your self. a place where you would recognize the musty smell of the tattered bed, a place where you can hear the hollow step in the stairs, where you would blindly know how to tighten that pipe which leaks.
Where you can be your ugly self and yet be loved. Where you can break down in front of them, and yet be considered strong. Where you can blindly count on everyone there without asking for confirmation.
Most of the times, heaven on earth
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