Home

I will miss my home The warmth that welcomes you the moment you step in. Every corner that you knew too well. Those times when you are waiting at the table while your mother is cooking dinner. Those moments when you and your family are having those movie nights. You sleeping in your sister's room. Even though she hates it but still lets you. Home is when everybody is home. The little fights and misunderstandings. Home is when you are waiting for your father to come home with your mother and sister because your mom couldn't sleep alone. Home is when you watch that one show every single time, your mother gets fed up and turns off the tv. I think i will miss those times. Because i know in the near future. I will be going home with four corners with just me alone. There's no more laughing together, sleeping together, annoying each other. There's no more waiting for your mom to finish cooking. Your sister will have her own family and you will be left alone. And I, definitely miss my home.