Home

Home is always the best.

Mama won't let people bully me at home. Only brother will quarrel with me. And then we laugh and play cheerfully.

Mama will cook the best food for me. Even though I'm so picky, I got the perfect lunch and dinner (breakfast is self-service).

Dad will take care of the family. He will teach us the values of life. And some jokes too.

Dad will buy us nice supper. That makes us fat (ops >_<) but we're enJoying every part of it.

Bro will talk talk talk. And that's what he does best.

Bro will ask me to bring him out to the town. We have our ride, we play the arcade games.


Not like my home will despise me. Since we are living in the same environment, everyone belongs to the same place, eat the same food (Oh yeah!), piss on the same hole (Public toilet), drive on the same road, breathe the same air (not as dirty, really). Not like it will look down on me either. Because we were born there, we have great bonds among each other. Oh how I hate the way it makes me feel when I become subjected to bias. Yeah, dad told me before that the world outside the home will be full of hatred, sorrow creeps. I feel sorry if life's miserable, but then, even a village life can be more pleasing than the average urban folks. At least they do not have to rush, push, scoff, treat each other like another miserable thing dangling for as long as he breathes.

It's unfair? Yeah.

Just that home is always the best.

Home is the best. Dad, mom, and bro are the best.


Bless you.