My house doesn't solely function as a house; an enclosed physical entity upon a plot of land, more than that, it is. It is a place I can call home, a home whereby love, warmth, and respect is evermore evident. What makes up this home of mine you might ask.. Well, I'd have to say those that reside beneath that roof of that home; the members of which I am able to call family for always. They've never failed to spring forth much happiness and joy, they make my days a whole lot more meaningful just by being present. Speaking of which, the presence of an individual; his or her mere existence can do far superior of what we may think.
Freewriting, 15th March 2010
8.15 pm to 8.20 pm
Haha! I just wanted to see if it'd work for me. Not half bad I think :)
Some english vocab I have there, well, I'm not suppose to correct anything.. So yeah.
- c h e r
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