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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Community / Home
- Published: 07/02/2024
My house
Born 2006, F, from Lahore, PakistanAs she walked down the street, the girl smiled to herself. "My school is my house," she said, feeling a sense of belonging. "My teachers are my parents, my friends are my siblings." She thought about how much she loved learning and playing with her friends.
As she continued her walk, she passed by a restaurant. "This is my house too," she said, remembering all the happy meals she had shared with her family there.
Next, she passed by a park where she loved to play. "This is my house as well," she said, feeling grateful for all the fun times she had there.
But as she approached her actual home, she felt a sense of unease. She could hear her parents arguing inside. She sighed and said to herself, "My house is not my house."
She took a deep breath and entered the house, hoping that the argument would soon pass. Despite the chaos, she knew that her parents loved her and that she was safe. She went to her room, feeling grateful for all the other "houses" in her life that brought her joy and comfort.
My house(Meena)
As she walked down the street, the girl smiled to herself. "My school is my house," she said, feeling a sense of belonging. "My teachers are my parents, my friends are my siblings." She thought about how much she loved learning and playing with her friends.
As she continued her walk, she passed by a restaurant. "This is my house too," she said, remembering all the happy meals she had shared with her family there.
Next, she passed by a park where she loved to play. "This is my house as well," she said, feeling grateful for all the fun times she had there.
But as she approached her actual home, she felt a sense of unease. She could hear her parents arguing inside. She sighed and said to herself, "My house is not my house."
She took a deep breath and entered the house, hoping that the argument would soon pass. Despite the chaos, she knew that her parents loved her and that she was safe. She went to her room, feeling grateful for all the other "houses" in her life that brought her joy and comfort.
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Joel Kiula
07/31/2024I am grateful to live in a home i call my house. A place where i find peace and comfort. I felt her pain as she said my house is not my house.
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Shirley Smothers
07/31/2024Good story. I felt her emotions. Too bad her true Home is not as safe and secure. Home should be the one place to feel love. Congratulations in Short Story Star of the Day.
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Barry
07/31/2024Meena,
Very well written. You have a distinctive literary 'voice'. I picture this as the opening to a much broader story, maybe something on the scale of three to five thousand words in length, where you could develop the plot and main character in greater detail. Still. very nice prose!
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Cheryl Ryan
07/31/2024This lovely story explains a difficult and upsetting situation with kids. it's a susceptible topic about parents arguing in front of kids and the long-term impact on their mental health and general view of life. I hope everyone who reads learns from this. Thank you for sharing!
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Denise Arnault
07/03/2024I liked that she balanced her feelings and understanding so well. It is sad that young people are thrust into having to deal with such issues when they should be having much lighter issues to contend with.
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