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A home is different from a house. A house is only a building while a home is a building full of love and care.

Every person treasures a place of his own, a place where beautiful memories are embedded. Or it can be some area where an individual feels at ease. As for myself, there can be no place like this other than my home.

I love my home. I feel safe, I am comfortable and I am loved. A home can't be a home without our parents and our loved ones. But sad to say, some are experiencing that eventhough their loved ones are in their houses, they are not loving each other. There is a big war. You can't call it a home.

When I was young, I remembered I was about to stumble in the stairs in our old house.I was alone for that moment. When my yaya was about to save me, she suddenly stopped. I have no idea what had happened next, but I am sure I did not fall.

I enjoy asking my Mom about me being a baby. That is where I found out why my yaya stopped running towards me. She......

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