i enter the house and i see the hallway where my mom used to greet me every day after school. then i walk into my parents bedroom, which i used to sneak into after they left for work in the morning, cause their bed has always been warmer than mine. afterwards, i take a peek into the kitchen to see what smells so good on the table, as i always do. my room is next, where all my fears always vanish like magic. every inch of this house has a part of my heart. and that's what makes this house a home.
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