As kids my brother and I loved to play house. We used our precious Lego collection to create the outline of our dream house complete with bedrooms, kitchen, bathrooms, living rooms, and even a secret hideout. Those were childish ambitions for a house equipped with the latest technologies, which were never heard of then. As I entered my preteens, my desire grew with me, so did the number of bedrooms, a huge swimming pool, a spacious lawn, a Jacuzzi etc…. The house that I dreamt of was always enormous. Finally, when my parents shifted to a bigger house I was excited. I finally had a bedroom of my own with an attached bathroom and a balcony, huge windows and a built in wardrobe. I was ecstatic. But, I still dreamt of a house with bedrooms that have walk in wardrobes, huge chandeliers, a party hall with the latest music system and even a helipad. Now, those were adolescent dreams. When, I ventured into the world as an adult, I realized that having a roof over your head was something to be cherished. The house no matter how small can always bring comfort. Today, I have no desire for that massive house equipped with the latest technologies and facilities. All I want is a house that I can call my home. No matter how small, a place where my children can come home to for their father’s guidance and their mother’s cooking. A home of my own.
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