Family is everything. It is that one thing you can never, ever get rid. And yes, family is home.
Until you all grown old and things get so messy. Sometimes, being closer doesn't mean getting more comfort. And sometimes, living in the same house doesn't mean having stronger ties. We bend, we break and sometimes..we explode.
It is a big house. And yet, we do not fit in. We are family.. But everything is not just the same. We have aged.. But have never really grown up.
I wish..and pray..that at the end of the day, home will still be where the heart is.
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