An album full of memorie

After 3 years of work and business trips, you have gotten used to technology,WIFI, big houses and other pleasant things. Going home has been one of your goals since the first year. So you finally took a trip to your house when the Christmas break came. When you saw your house, it was old, dirty,and shabby compared to your luxury offices with a 20 feet tv and a decent table. But you pulled up anyways, you walked into the house and you went through room to room, even the house was old, but the joyful memories you had would never fade away: You went to the kitchen, the laundry and more and everything you seemed to see brings back one trace of glowing memory. After all the gleeful moments you finally seemed to remember, you came to your room and you definitely remembered more, the toys, books, wardrobe and bed, it’s all there. But wait, one thing is still not restored, the family album, with your mom, dad, grandma, and grandpa, your siblings and cousins. Your parents are now gone, your cousins in Florida, your siblings far away. That album is what brings back the joviality that you had with your family. But, where is it? You spent the rest of the day looking and found no luck, but the moment you climbed in your car and got ready to go back to your sufficient office with a great disappointment, it hit you with the speed of light. The house is it, the house, this house which you call home, where you spent half your life, where you said your first word, met your family and met your true self. This house has everything and more that can bring the whole puzzle of your entire childhood complete.