…is where the heart is…
It is a place where hospitality never wears out…
There is always smile at the door when you step into the house…
And even if anger roars within the room,
You know you still belong to such a place…
Nobody can kick you out regardless to circumstances…
It is a place whereby you can leave your hat on the table
and remove your mask…
You can stop playing pretend…
You don’t have to win favouritism…
You don’t have to be someone else…
You just be you…
It is the place for you to grow…
You learn to develop your character behind closed door…
All your mocking and scolding are hidden from public eyes…
While you are being trained to be a better person…
Before you reveal the end result to the society…
It is a place where you can do whatever you want...
Without fearing of naysayers…
Your home is the first place that see your million mistakes…
Before you dare to show your special ability to the world,
It is a place where you can be who you are…
You can hug your soft toys even at old age,
You can talk to the walls without fearing of being laughed
at…
You can waltz across the room without having anybody calling you 'insane'…
You can hold the hairbrush and sing in your cocky voice and
nobody will judge you…
It’s a place whereby it is more than just the roof, four walls,
doors and windows…
It is a place of love and comfort…
It is a place that you can come home to when there is
nowhere else to go to…
It is the place where you feel belong…
It is the place whereby you know you can never do without…
It is the place whereby your soul find peace…
It is the place whereby… you don’t feel like leaving anymore…
And that’s permanent…
That’s home…
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