Romans & histoires You Belong In My Sweet Home

It is their home. For a long time, he had always wanted to have a home. But he learned that it was not just some four cornered brick wall with a few windows, a door and a roof. A house is not just a home. A home is where you can dwell memories and feel a sense of belongingness. A home is family. And he finally found his. A place to call home. End.

It isn't good enough. I walked into the house with the briefcase in my left hand. I looked up as a sweet and beautiful aroma hit my nose. It was so mouthwatering that I had to sniff every ounce of the scent that wafted the atmosphere in the room. My heart flutters knowing it's my mum cooking in the kitchen. Maybe I should go surprise her. I'm very sure she would be surprised to see me at home by this time of the day. I can't wait to see her priceless expression. I didn't inform that I'm going to come early because I want to catch her off guard.

Dylan had been warned before he landed on Sugartop Mountain. It was the newest realm built by Charles and Jill inside the world. In fact it was only just coded and built the day before the storm knocked the box out of Jill’s window. This meant that it was possible for the residents to be quite monotonous and automatic.

Every fucking drop. I sat up, my hair messy, eyes red from crying. “I don’t know your real name,” I said to the camera. “I never will. But I love you for what you did for me. I hope she makes you happy. I hope she sees how good you are. And if you ever need anything, if life gets hard again… you know where to find me. Door’s always open.” I blew a kiss. “Goodbye, Daddy. Thank you for everything.”

"You can come home. You should come home. You must come home. Because you're doing what I did. Choosing honest uncertainty over dishonest certainty. Choosing reality over comfortable belief. Choosing truth over belonging. That's hard. That's painful. That's costly. And you need a community that honours that choice. That supports that sacrifice. That welcomes that courage. We're that community. This is that place. You belong here. Absolutely. Certainly. Without doubt. Come home. Both of you. Come home." Resolve stood next. "I agree. You belong here. I was angry when you left. Felt abandoned. Felt rejected. But I understand now. You needed to try certainty. Needed to discover what it cost. Nee

"I want Daddy to come home! I don't care! I want you to bring Daddy home! If you don't, I won't love you anymore!" A chill spread through my entire body. I sat down on the bed, forcing myself to stay calm, and asked softly, "What else did Grandma and Aunt Amelia tell you?"

I threw on my coat and stormed out, remembering the text that Hermione had sent me earlier—Ziton Hotel, Room 1802. I sped to the hotel, running several red lights, and made my way to Room 1802. I slid a bank card into the doorframe, pushing it hard until the lock clicked open. Room 1802 was a suite. Trembling, I stepped into the living room. From the bedroom, I could hear familiar laughter and heavy breathing. I knew, instinctively, that I would not like what I saw in there. Quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peered through the crack.

' Venom smiled “Sweet girl.. You didn’t ask. And we are telling.. Our minds are made up.. We always take care of our own.. and you.. You are one of ours. Never forget that.” ' Tears filled her eyes.. as warmth filled her heart.. She hadn’t felt this sense of belonging since her father died.. and she didn’t realize she had missed it this much. She felt like she was home. '

Maverick said. “You know you don’t have to stay there,” Scar said. “It is my birthright, my love.” He said as he laid on the bed next to her. “It is Nathan’s as well. I can’t help the way my parents feel about you though I wish they would try. It is to bad they wish to be like this for you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Now I missed being home with you today.” “How much?” she asked with a smile as he moved closer to her.

* *We are here to take you home* Yeah, whos’ home… yours or mine?