Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Even if it's one room rented apartment.
H's youngest son's 1st birthday is tomorrow. She is arranging it somewhere in SMS. I might not be able to go. Ali, my brother is not at home in the evening these days. So after school, I went to her place and give birthday boy his birthday's present.
When I came back home there was no one there. I loved it. Usually mom is back before all of us, and always there to open door for us. I remember when we sibling were used to go school, my father kinda cleared it to my mom clearly by saying to make sure never let kids wait for you at door steps.
Now we are grown ups and only two left (unmarried), she still make sure to be at home before all of us and get the meal ready.
I love my parents a lot. I love how they worked their ass off for me and my other siblings. They literally sacrifice their whole life and still ready do more.
However I loved that there was no at home when I came back today from H's place.
I sometimes love being coming home to an empty home.
The feel of opening the doors by myself is something which only those can feel who have their own places. Even if it's one room rented apartment. Your own place is your own place.
Sure, one day I will have my own home. I will have keys of my own home. This is my parents home.
I want to have my place with someone I want to live with. Even if it's one room rented apartment.This is nothing about being ungrateful for what I have. I am more than thankful to God for blessing of roof on my head.
Still your own place is your own place.
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