Tag: home
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Memories
“Without memories, who are we anyway? Without memories how would we learn?” I stared down the hallway and wondered what would come next. It had been so long since I had been in the house, I wasn’t sure if my memories were even correct. Or even real? Was it a real memory of me laughing…
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Home
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot I knew as soon as I walked into the busy square, I knew I was home. Home. Home. Home. A word I never was able to repeat to myself until that exact moment. The history resonated out of each building and I could smell the food from various open markets. I walked…
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My Own Home
“I have never understood when people talked about the comfort of their own home. I was never comfortable in my house and was barely comfortable at my friend’s houses.” I sat back in my chair and looked down at my hands. I was still unsure of how this conversation was going to go. I wasn’t…
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Suitably Warm
“I don’t think I know what ‘suitably warm’ means. Like it is kind of warm, but not lukewarm? Not freezing cold? I don’t get it,” I listened to Chris mumble about our breakfast as I tried to park the truck. I had been listening to him mumble and grumble about food now for four days. I had no…
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Returning Home
I always knew I would never be able to go home. The moment I stepped out the front door when I was eighteen, I knew I was completely on my own. My father always told me he was surprised he was going to be a father again and once I hit puberty, he spent more of his…