Home is a feeling to me more than a place. It’s a feeling of comfort. I’ve lived in many different places. I’ve lived with different members of my family and friends. I’ve never had that feeling like I’ve lived here forever, this is my home. To me just being with my parents makes me feel at home.
I remember my dad watching the same El Cantante movie over and over again at home. Music playing in the background surround sound up high so that you couldn’t ignore even if you wanted to. That same music gives me a feeling of comfort that can’t be duplicated. I don’t live with my father anymore, but whenever I see that movie I think of him and feel at home.
Keep pushing yourself to get to 300 words, Vianca. Can you connect what you're talking about in this post to the book you're reading?
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