home, sweet home

Home , sweet home
A place there we can stay and live is what we called house. House is nothing special except we can stay there. But there if we find love, affection, happiness and smile, it’s more than a house. You can call home if you have family who’re waiting for you when you back to home. A home is fill with pleasure if you have family who love each other. I have many family member on home- grandpa,grandma,dad,mom and sisters. When I come back from school , they always welcome to me” hey, do you arrived. Are you hungry? Is everything okay?” because of them, my life is meaningful. When I come back to home, finding that my mom is cooking, sisters are playing, and father’s working are my pleasure. Although that time was so cute, it’s been a long time I was away from home. Time fly so fast, I didn’t even noticed how I spend my teenage life in home. May be cause it was too precious for me. I got away from home for education and it been 3 years. Cause I ‘m a man, it’s not a matter too much. But sometime when I get depression, loniless,sadness, there was no one around me. I really miss home at that time. I wish my mother hug, father’s encourage and sister’s smile. But I can’t, it’s life.
The saddest part of the life is seeing our parent getting old. I know everyone get to dead for one day. My parent getting old day by day. And I don’t know how much time still I get to live happily with them together. Although we’re moving in the society full with business,respect,rule and complication, if I even get a minute for to come back home, I’ll. I really miss my home.
writer-@aungkhant
MSC-135