Just Like Home Novels & Stories

POV Lilly I sighed as we pulled up to the house. "Here we are." my Mom said, trying to hide her nervousness. I looked over at her and smiled. She and I looked alike, both with blond hair and bright green eyes. We were both about 5 feet 5 inches and slender. Most people knew right away that we were related. "The house is nice" I observed and she nodded. "It looks just like when we left it" she replied. It was a cute two story house. Not huge but not small either. It had a small garden out front but I knew that my Aunt Iris had a big one in the back too. I smiled at the rosemary planted by the gate and gestured to it to show my mom.

I can't do it! She saved the last bundle for last. Inside lay a neatly folded piece of paper—the deed to our old house. She said with a hint of guilt, "Your little brother is just five years old, and your parents already bought him a house in the city. I can't afford a big city home, but this old place will shelter you from the wind and rain. "If you ever feel wronged or hurt, you can come back here. And if you miss me, go to the grave at the east end of the village and talk to me—I'll hear you."

I say, almost like I’m figuring it out as I speak, “this place doesn’t feel like a house anymore.” She blinks at me, confused. “It feels like home,” I say. “My home.”

he murmured. One word. Small. Certain. And somehow it felt bigger than any ring ever could. The lights kept glowing. Quiet. Patient. Ambience. Still doing its job. Still reminding us both that home isn’t a place. It’s this. It’s us. And we’re already there.

His scent, a unique blend of familiarity and warmth, wafted through the air, triggering a flood of memories and emotions. The airport's hustle and bustle faded into a distant hum, leaving only the two of us suspended in a timeless embrace. The term "home" took on a new dimension as I nestled against his chest. It wasn't about physical spaces or geographical locations; rather, it was embodied in the contours of his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the silent promise that we carried within us. In his embrace, I found the solace that resonated with the sentiment of coming home – a home that transcended walls and boundaries.

well, home, and somewhere in the distance, someone was playing soft bachata on a cracked stereo. Home. Mine and Aria's home for as long as I could remember, but for how long now? The driver didn’t say a word, just waited patiently as I stepped out. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice low. He gave a small nod and then drove off without another word. Yup, definitely associated with Brandon. The walk up to our apartment felt heavier and shorter than usual, my boots clicking against the worn stairs. I opened the door as quietly as I could. Inside, the lights were dimmed, warm and safe.

Not it is not her, it your mother. He looked at my face and I proceeded with my words. You used to say she loves this place and she does not feel bed as she is here. Okay if she loves this place, I would like to tell you that there ia no place like home. Honestly, there is no place like home. She might like here for the first time she just for here but after a while she would miss her home and decide to do anything bad here.

Mj huffed “obviously what happened today wasn't as big a deal to Lou or anyone else as it was to her.” Mj sighed, she would just take it out on her trusty bag later when she got home. “Home” Mj thought, “what a strange word it's supposed to be someplace you love that makes you feel safe and warm. But for her home was just a small studio with leaky faucets, thin windows and thinner walls.”

“Just… not like this.” My laugh is short and disbelieving. “Not like this? I’m in a hospital bed, Aiden. I think ‘like this’ is exactly when you explain things.” His jaw flexes again, and she sees his fear. Not guilt. Not quite. Something more complicated. “Home,” he says firmly. “When we get home. You’ll be somewhere familiar. Somewhere safe. I can walk you through everything without nurses listening at the door.” Home. The word lands heavily.

***** Roof to roof For a single home I don’t ask for many But a single-roof That I can call mine, too As a home Just as a home Not an office on a giant floor But at least a home Where I am not worried Where I grow Where I say I have grown The will to survive The purpose of life Is to live So I will make a place To identify more With life That I am all Settled here On Earth I won’t go I won’t go Anymore Anymore A joy A pride A shinning pride Of a little home Well found on sight I call it home When I refuse to move I say no to go I say no to give it to any