home...
Although I have been in college only for ten days, my dorm room and new friends are nice, the cafeteria has great foods…etc., my home is just too sweet and graceful.
After I again contacted with my sister’s loud laughing sound, my father’s horrible jokes, my mom’s ambrosial food and warm hugging, the amalgum of happiness that I felt cannot be expressed.
When the world objectively and precisely calculates my appearances, my characters and my background, so, when I must buttress myself up to not be collapsed by the world, home embraces me as myself; whether I am a good student or a bad student, whether I am fat or thin, whether I am funny or boring and whether I am a good Samaritan or a murderer Barabbas…
Home, where my family who loves me and ardently prays for me dwells, where my mind feels so peaceful, where I met Jesus Christ, my Savior, and where my life had grown, “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”
I pray for that everybody has some place called “home.”
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