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Where is home?
Home is where I could be myself without doubting if people like me. I know the people who make 'home' love each other without reason - they just do. Home is where I find people who are ready to cry with me as much as they're ready to share my happiness. Home is where is mum, where is dad, where I find calmness.
Home is the look in the eyes of my boy. There I find the reason to live.
Home is where you feel good and nobody makes you feel as you're less than him. Oh, no, school is not my second home 'til there there are people who are carrying a chip on your shoulder.
My home - my room, my family, my boy, my friend (Petya).