What home is to me?

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Home is not bricks and motar. It doesn’t have a driveway, a garden or a letterbox. It’s not where I went to school; nor where I work. Home is not in England but home is also not in Australia. Home, is family. It’s mum, it’s dad, it’s my sister and my brother. We laugh, we fight, we huff and puff at one another but no matter, what we are always there for each other. I love my home.

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