Home

A house and a home, some people think it’s the same thing, some don’t. Your home is something special, though some places there is war and you leave far away. As of right now, the place you called special is long-gone. Now, you must find a house, you are called an immigrant and others around you is the cat, and you’re the mouse. Some lose their loved ones and the place they called home is now their house. You may not like the people at your house, but once you lose them after, it may remain as your house but sometimes you may think it was better if you’d consider it as not your house, but your home. Some may have never even had a home, it’s like a cycle, maybe you do but maybe you don’t. Even if you have a roof over your head, it can be your loving home or a plain old house. I may not know, but you can always ask yourself.