Home sweet home.
We know this quote.
But what is actually a home?
For me, a home is a place that makes me happy. My room is my home. My room is not spacious but it's comfortable. I don't have bed for I sleep on a mattress. I don't like bed because it takes to much space. I have a big white cupboard. I put my best Malay books there (the only Malay author that I like is RAM). There is a study table for me to do my colouring therapy and cloth hangs (I don't really know what it says in English).
I spend of my time in my room. It's the place I can relax and calm my mind.
I have another home in Besut. It's an old warden quarter. It's very small; 2 bedrooms (I make one of them as a store room), 1 bathroom, a small yet comfortable kitchen and living room. I love that house and it's a home for me. I don't like living in big houses. Small is better.
It's a very comfortable home. I've been living there for 3 years and more years to come if I don't move to another school.
A home can be describe as a family. And my sweetest home is my only son, Muhammad!
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