Just Like Home Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her mother was the town's doctor, the lower part of their house had been transformed into a clinic and she had a couple of the town's people volunterring or working part-time at the clinic Kim herself had helped deliver her own fair share of babies when she in highschool, she had loved every single part of it the joy she got in being able to help bring a new life into the world was phenomenal. "Same old, same old" She replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Well would you look at that" Kim said as she studied her room painted in pink and blue her two favorite colors. Everthing was the same, the bed sheets of purple and black polka dots and the one direction posters she had glued to ever

Just like the war. Just like everything.

It was messy and imperfect and full of love. Just like family.

"Swallow. That’s the taste of home, baby. Get used to it." The End.

The word lingered in my mouth like a prayer. Home. I was going to be able to go home.

We are home. ---

It feels full. Like family.

Coming back home. To be continued...

And lived like one big happy family. Thank you for following!

Toward possibility. Toward something that felt like home.