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Not a House, but a Home

Anahatt Virk

All day she whipped up meals. And as soon as she knew it, guests were crowding the kitchen. Speakers blast and the drapes have been shut. People surround the pool table while others chat on the couch.

My safe haven is where I spend most of my time. The room knows me, just as I know it. The secrets, the tears, they all stay in that room. The walls never tell anyone.

Every morning begins, with the screech of a kettle. Breakfast has been left out for me, just how I like it.

My thoughts get the best of me here. I ask myself, does the trash can wish to be treated more than just garbage? Or even, does the picture frame wish to preserve another family’s memories?

Everyone in my family knows the purpose of the front door. We believe it keeps the negativity from entering. We also know it welcomes people, to our beloved house.

Actually, it is not our house. This place is where, I never let the feeling of love escape my heart. This place is our home.

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