"Home"
sweet home," is the desire of every heart. A home does not consist of a
beautiful building. Nor does it only mean physical comforts. Rich, costly and
tasty food has got nothing to do with it.
My
home is the sweetest, the loveliest and the best place in the world. In spite
of its shabbiness, I still prefer it to any beautiful places on the
world. I would sacrifice all the comforts and luxuries of a
modern building in exchange for the simple dwelling place. I remember one
Sunday evening, I phoned mom just to hear how she was doing. She told me that
she was from church and she invited my uncles and aunts for a dinner and that
really caught me to think how special and warm home is. When I have to the
think of the rent I’m paying in Cape Town and how expensive life is in the
Cities, I always think of home. Home is the best place in the world because
it's the place that holds all your memories. When I think of home, I think of
all the good times and funny things I did with the family. Home is the place
you grew up in and you feel more safe when you are home. There is no place like
home. .
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