It's been a while since I was back home and every time I come the feeling is always the same.
That feeling of loss.
I have never gotten over the fact that my mom died in here, one of the reasons I hurried to move out after college. I just wanted to stay away from the painful memories.
And even after all those years, the feeling never changes.
I still feel the void every time I come home.
I don't know how my dad always manages to stay here with all the memories. One time I asked him, he said he always remembers the good memories we had as a family in this home and that keeps him going.
When we asked him to sell the house and get another one, he said he wanted to die at the same place that his wife died.
I always feel like my brother too, he hates coming to this house, though he is a
