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I am longing to the sound of my father. Reading Quran at the table by the window.
I am longing to the smell of the detergent in the middle of mother's loundry time.
I am longing to brother's laught, when he watching tv in front of my room.
And the most, I completely longing to them bounding together as one with the whole things inside this place. . So I can called it, a home...