When I Think of Hom
When I think of home, I can hear the stove crackling with fire, and pots and pans clashing together. I can smell delicious food cooking. I can taste the scrumptious food melting in my mouth. I have a warm feeling of newborn tea. Home is like a fluffy bed with the fluffiest blanket.
I think of my brother, my parents, my relatives, and my friends. I think of the first language I learned. I can remember old memories and vision myself in them. I think of my family’s traditions, cultures, and languages. I can feel connections between home. When the locations of my home change, I can still remember the feeling. When I think of home, I feel happiness through and through. Home is a happy place to me.
Losing someone isn’t the best thing in the world, but you should think of the things that you have done with that person. If you lost someone, the person you lost will always be in your heart. Remember, the memories will never, ever disappear.
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