Home is where I can be myself;
where I can talk loudly and no one to complain;
where I can be sad, happy, angry, depressed, irritated but I’ll never be alone;
where I’m loved more than anyone else;
where all my wishes and demands get fulfilled;
Home is where my mom is
Home is where my dad is
Home is where everyone I love are
Home is where I learned to live
Home is where I learned to love
Home is where I sowed the seeds of my dreams and ambitions
Home is where I made up
Home is where I broke down
I was in my tenth grade of school the year I turned 16. It was my last year in my heaven (I changed my school in eleventh grade).
The sixteen-year old me was carefree, impulsive with short temper. Talkative!! My teachers were tired of complaining to my parents. I was a rebellious kid. I was enjoying life. Enjoying school which was is in a festive mood that year as we were celebrating its 50th anniversary.
The thing about me that I wish I could have changed was my short temper. The thing I wish hadn’t changed is my carefree nature.