Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
E.E. Cummings
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With me, if I heard someone ask me that question, I would reply: “It is a stupid question”. Why?
Home, in my mind, is something very very farrrrrr from my house. I have a place to go, to rest, to have meal with parents, friends and relatives but I do not have anywhere to cry, to relax (not rest, i mean relax) and to feel I’m just a 16-yrs-old girl. My mother is always complaining about my mistakes, my marks and asking me why I am so stupid? My father is always punishing me. My grandfather does not love me, he only loves my cousin (because I’m a girl and my cousin is a boy lol). My grandmother is very quiet and she does not do ANYTHING to protect me lol. Just me - alone in this world - just me.
Despite being 16, I am never permitted to go out without permissions. My mother always looks at my face and tells me how crazy I am, and what I would do without mom and dad. Oh really? I’m 16! 16-yrs-old girl. I grow up by myself. I am loved by myself.
These reasons is why I am not comfortable when I’m with my house (remember, house, not home, never home).
And I’m dreaming. I’m dreaming about a future with him - a boy who I love the most - a boy who can understand me better than myself. I believe that a marriage should build with mutual love and respect, and one day I will that boy. xD I truly believe that.!