Morning was up and everybody was busy preparing for the heavy day. Monday has always been a busy day for everyone. I was lying in my bed listening to the commotions outside my bedroom. I could hear my brother and sister laughing about something. I wonder what they were talking about so I listen more but all I could hear was their enormous laughter. I decided to ignore them. After how many minutes, there was silence. I tried to wake my senses by standing up. I was heading to our kitchen and saw my mom drinking fresh milk. She finished the last glass and headed her way to our door and shouted "goodbye!".

Everyone left the house except me. I always stay at home until evening since I'm working graveyard shift. I sit down for a while and turned on our television. I saw the advertisement that portraits people hurrying in a rush hour. I felt bored and turned it off. I decided to head back to my room and go back to sleep. I couldn't close my eyes so I decided to sit down and then I felt sad. I realized how empty our house would be without the people in it. It's a gloomy feeling inside. I was thinking maybe I was just so PMS that's why I'm being nostlagic. I remember the good memories that was built from this four corners called home. It's where I celebrate my 1st to 19th birthday. This room where I'm sitting right now was the place when my dad slapped me for going home late and drunk. This was my highschool buddies favorite hang out spot. I then remember my last boyfriend, this was the place where we always share good stories and good times.Happy moments as what he calls it.

Keyword: life PMS nostalgia home

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-08-21 20:08:33 .... How about me.....well some of my past i wish not to recall. but this story was a unique one. i liked your idea. it kinda reminded me of a salute to "home" + Report this comment
Posted by philneale1952 2008-08-22 01:57:30 Wondering Your story set me to thinking about how my wife might feel when we're all gone out to work and school, but my assumtions are all wrong. I'm guilty of superimposing MY feelings on to HER workplace. How would she feel sitting where I am now? This was a peice that touched me with the emptiness which you portrayed. Made me feel kind of strange. Good though - five stars. Phil + Report this comment
Posted by d.dasgupta 2008-08-22 11:00:28 Reflections I liked the title. A person reflecting about life and recalling the past. Yes, I guess I do this too. But do I always reminisce about the good things? Not really. I wish did that though. + Report this comment

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