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I google the word “Home”. The first I get “The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.”. My imagination draw a home where I was born. I live with my family included my father, my mother and my sister. It is a place that I consider as a fairyland although the house is small and old. My father is a driver. He often go far for work. His gift always make me happy when he come back. I love him so much and remember each time he away. My mother is an accountant. She works hard and is very caring for families and children. she usually share her love and her affection for her children. And she love her husband so. My head feel comfortable while think about that. My little house is a side of the river. I can go and see the fishing boats moored to the pier. The river flows to the sea. The estuary near my house. The climate is fresh. I breath in a deep and feel the salt on the air.  A beautiful life picture.

I remember the the past that I was a child as the previous post On upon the time as in fairy tales. The happy time with no worries and pain give my soul a peace, a serenity. It come naturally. I thought it happening forever. The home grow my soul. The fresh air make my head relax. My meal is so delicious with many things made from fish. The fresh fish are caught from the peaceful fishermen. I love fish and the doctor said that fish is good for your heart. My mother cook good. She change the menu everyday. I love the way she take care of her children and her husband. The home is my dream. My soul is peace.