As far as I can remember, I have lived in 10 different locations for the past 15 years. I felt I was like a leaf that was constantly being blown by the wind. I have made few friends and acquaintances from the internet and from the real world. Some have failed me and most just did not care. I thought that I could depend on them but I was wrong. I came to realize that in the end, it will always be me and my son.
I reside now in my parent’s house but my parents are in the US. It has been a long time since I felt I was home. The house is not big, but I love every nook and corner of the said abode. Sadly, most of our things inside the house has been robbed and vandalized, since no one lived in it for 9 years.
It is good to be home at last. I now remember who I was and where I came from…
