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home,
  • Living a life, as usual.
    Do things as day goes by, as usual.
    Have some fun, earn some sadness, gain happiness, as usual.


    Day by day, the same routine occurs differently for every other person that lives.
    We wake up, we eat, we talk, we work
    We might happened to be having some fun at the end of the day
    Or otherwise, back to the place where we belong.
    Place we called “home”.


    Again, the term “home” is differently defined depends on whoever that is.


    ‘Nice atmosphere, fresh and lively just like how it should be.’ you’d say.
    ‘No worries, comfortable,’
    ‘And it’s where no matter how you feel before you reach there, it’ll vanish after you are inside.’


    ‘That’s when you know you’re home.’


    Weird, isn’t it?
    Is there really a place that could hold so many of that?


    “I probably haven’t found one.”
    ‘Eh? What about that place you always go back to on holidays?’
    “I’d say, a place I grew up in? That should do.”
    .
    .
    .
    ‘Ouch.’
    “What?”
    ‘It’s just, to think of how much you would feel, when you consider yourself with no place to call home.’
    “Haha. You’re always such an understanding person.”
    ‘I guess I was born like that, haha.’.
    .
    .
    .

    ‘Hey.’
    “Hm?”
    ‘You know, not only places that you could call it home, but it can be anything you find yourself with those feelings.’
    “And?”
    ‘Wouldn’t you at least have something like that?’

    Hm, let’s see.


    Nice atmosphere, huh?
    No worries
    Comfortable
    and could vanish all kinds of bad feelings?



    “...might have found one.”
    ‘Right!? What is it then??’


    Long messy hair, always like that
    Double lid eyes, ordinary but catching
    Taller than average women, said so herself
    So young but mature
    So blunt but understanding
    Sharp words yet caring


    Glancing at her, I smile.

    “...Brat.”
    ‘Huh!?????? Who are you calling brat?? You dumbass! and I was being nice!...’


    Hahaha
    I’ve definitely found one indeed.
    Something I could call home.

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