For 18 of my toddler years, I'd been living in this little house I call HOME. This house knows every little secret of my little life story. The walls had been the unliving witness, if the hidden stories that lingers beneath the deafening silence of this humble abode.. The slow but eventful years of my growing up are full of ups and downs... This house, have always been there. No flood, no earthquake nor tornado could eventually put this good old house of mine down....
My room, the echoing humm of my rusty electric fan and my loud snores are the only noise you could here in the middle of the night in my room. The most comfortable place in any part of this world, my room could hear my little prayers and my sobs during my depression and could even echo the laughter and the joys that I felt in some of my celebration....
My room contains "ULUK" my computer, the only being that accompanies me every single and lonely nights....
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