Novel & Cerita Just Like Home

Hillary Home. I used to think home was like a house where your mom and dad and immediate family lived. I don’t think so anymore. I think home is wherever you want it to be. Wherever you have gotten so used to and comfortable in. And there can be more than one home. Home is not a building; sometimes it’s not even the people—it’s just you.

Just a little taste. *******************************************************

He is taciturn and rather intimidating at times, but never loudly yells or gets angry at others. But more than all the bad habits of Macken and Katherine, the two of them always care and take care of every employee at the restaurant. Both of them always bring a warm family atmosphere to everyone, so this place becomes a true home for any diners. The dishes are made with the genuine feelings and love they have for each other. That's the special thing about Home Sweet Home - a value that no other restaurant in Queens, New York can bring to diners, restaurant staff, and the people here.

Home isn’t far. But it feels like it is.

DO LIKE THE BOOK RIGHT NOW! Love you all.

But as the familiar fields begin to roll in along with the smell of the earth and the grass, I find myself in tears, it's a mystery how I managed to stay so long away for so long, this was what I needed something that was unchainging something familiar, I needed home. I had not anticipated how hard it would be to go up the stairs, to see the fresh lilies on our porch and my hands shivered as I forced a knock, the door swung open almost immediately like they'd been expecting me. "Sal." I breathe, my eyes threatening to burst with tears. "Paloma." He breathes right back. And I crush him in a bear hug

I could just think about crying and the fountain is on. It’s just too much for me to handle. I quickly get out of bed and rush to the kitchen to microwave the cold pizza from yesterday or the day before? I wasn’t sure. But I put in anyways and I set the timer. I rush back to the bathroom taking a quick bath. The only a* pay is so good and I get an extra bonus cause I am pregnant. The shop owner was so nice and welcoming and so homey. I think that has to be the only friend in my life right now.

She hesitated before nodding lightly. Her seatmate smiled and praised, "Your mom is so beautiful!" Felise took out her lunchbox and shared the donuts with some classmates. Her seatmate took a bite of the donut. "Did your mom make this herself? It's delicious! She's unlike my mom. Even our dog won't eat what she cooks." Felise felt pride swell up in her. She puffed out her little chest. "Of course! My mommy is amazing!" "What does your mom do? Doesn't she need to work?"

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.