And I finally read it :’) The happiness you get from reading a Harry Potter book can not really be matched (unless of course, when your mum is making Dal Makhni for lunch that is xD) I won’t say I didn’t like this book, but yes, I didn’t exactly love it. And that’s good. This book was adventure and emotion mixed together to bring out tears.
A home is like a seashell. Beautiful and serene. Your room is the pearl inside the seashell. The beautiful treasure.
A home,like us, grows. From mud to bricks to house to home. To home sweet home.
I came in my home on October 2, 2004. I was 5, then. Now I am 17 and it’s time to leave. Continue reading