Novel & Cerita I Miss Home

he says as he stands up and walks over to me. I don't understand him but I look up at him only to find him right before me. "I miss home, this time last year, I was being cleaned by my mom in our backyard with a water hose. She was cleaning me cause of the mess my elder brothers made. I used to say I hate their annoying behavior but I'd give anything to have them pester me again. Desmond I miss home. I might be a big crybaby for admitting this but it's true. " I confess. Tears escaping my eyes.

“You’re no longer going to be locked away up here.” “Can I go home?” Her smile falters for a moment, letting me know that’s nowhere in the near future for me. Do I even want to go home? While I miss my sister, I don’t miss my father or brother. Plus, if I don’t go home, I can’t get married to Vincent. But I also don’t want to live with Callahan if he’s going to continue to be this distant cold jerk that keeps me locked away like a damn prisoner. Either way, I’m screwed.

How could he be so relaxed when I was falling apart on the inside? Well, he wasn't the one pretending to be his missing twin who could be dead so why would he have anything to worry about? I looked away, trying to be busy on my phone. I saw a message from my neighbor, asking if I had traveled because she hadn’t seen me around and that she missed me. I let out a shaky breath, a pang of homesickness hitting me. I missed the warmth of my cute apartment, my simple life. I missed the peace of my own space.

My roommate said it’s because I’m hot but don’t care to know as long as they keep it coming. Moving to Phoenix hasn’t been so easy for me . I miss my Home Town, I miss my Friends and My mum, sometimes I feel like running back there but…. Doing that wouldn’t solve my problems would It? So I still search right deep inside my heart and find a reason to keep striving and working as much as I could.

“Shit, my mom is calling me down for dinner, but I’m really glad you called Nicole. It’s good to talk to you. I miss you.” “I miss you to Rhea. I’ll call you soon.” “You better! Love you.” “Love you too.” When I hang up, the homesick began to fill me again, and I let the tears fall. It was hitting me now harder than ever that either I’m going to feel like this forever, or I have to get over it because this is my new home. The logical side in me was telling me it will always be like this, because I just missed everyone and everything back home. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to rewind a year and have my old life back.

I imagined hugging my mother and father, and as I pictured their arms closing around me, I began to sob. “We’re going home now,” Samyak said. His eyes were wide, and his nostrils were flared. He looked between the road and me a number of times in quick succession, blinking too rapidly. “No – I mean home,” I said, swallowing thickly. The car revved, and we sped through the forest. “I miss my family,” I continued, the words coming easily to me now. “I miss Rosa. I miss Aron and Ayon, and, Goddess, I miss Jacob. Everything was so much easier before I met you, Samyak,” I spat. The words didn’t process in my mind; they came out of my mouth without a second thought.

“Your turn,” he said. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” His gaze softened, but there was weight behind his words. “Do you like it here?” She considered it. “I do. The people are lovely, Lena and Nyah. And everywhere is so beautiful…” Her smile faltered. “But I miss home.” “Why?” She looked at him, feeling the pull in her chest. “Because my mum’s there. And my friend Jade. I worry about them.”

He should look for a girl who will be bought with his money, he should try the one next to him now! I walked down the road not sure that I want to go home, actually I am sure that I do not want to go home. Home does not feel like home anymore, there is the awkward quietness that should not be there, there is the constantly present tension that hangs heavily in the air, there is everybody walking on eggshells around each other, trying not to upset each other. I miss my brothers, even though I see them every single day, even though we live in the same house, I still miss them every single time. It is like they are there but yet they are not, like a hologram set up to mimic the presence of a pe

We walked to Ubud, I'm not in the mood to talk or even play or even eat or even doing something. I miss home. I really miss it.I decided to call me sister. "Summer!" "Hey sissy, what's wrong with your voice?" She asked. "When will you go home?" I asked "Why?" "Just tell me when." "Ehmm around next week," "I wanna go home." "Why? Did something happen to you? Joey, isn't it?" "No, it's just I miss home." I lied

“Hey prettiest, how are you, I have missed you like crazy. Your husband wouldn’t let us visit after you got shot, and Mom has been a mess, She practically lives in your room now. “ I drew in a shaky breath, steadying my voice, “My wounds are almost healed physically,” I began, the words tasting bitter. “But aside that nothing feels right. I don’t even know how to explain it, Layla, I miss home so much it aches” My voice cracked, I wish I could turn back time, go back to when it was just the four of us, Or maybe I should have run away that morning at the hotel, on my wedding day I wish I had.