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It doesn’t feel like home

By Miky



I let my fingers glide along the dirty bricks of the house. I take a deep breath and try to remember when I used to live here with my parents. Pricks find their way to my finger tips. I close my eyes.

Every summer I would go to the top window of the house to get to the breeze. I would let it crawl around my neck, between my fingers and crave for it to relieve me of the heat. The sun would beat down on my face and warm my cheeks. I would stay there for hours until the sun went down. My parents would make me grilled-cheese with ham in it. I can almost taste it.

One day my parents were out. I went to the top window. It was hot with no breeze. I was craving for something cool, so I went to the park, surrounded by the cool shade of trees. I sat at the trunk of my favorite tree. I had engraved my initials in it. I slept for hours listening to people’s voices. I woke up around four-thirty so I had to go home. The wind was cold, then but a burning was passing over my face. I saw black smoke in the sky. I sprinted home. There was no home to go to though. It had burnt down. The bricks my hand touches now was part of the only wall left. The fire had started when my mother burnt her hand. She rushed to the sink, turning cold water onto it. The stove lit on fire. And so did she. The fire spread upstairs blocking my fathers exits. He was soon burnt too. I looked to the rubble, tears in my eyes and wetting my cheeks. I walked through what used to be the hallway, to what used to be our kitchen. I could see the form of my mothers body but still, unrecognized by my eyes. I looked to the stove. I knew what she was making. A grilled-cheese. I let out sobs. I ran upstairs, where the smoke got thicker. I found part of my dads finger untouched by the flame.

I was dying inside. A fire fighter had to pull me out of the rubble.
I had no family. I ran away. I went to the park and climbed my tree. The tree cut my skin, it scraped my knees. I slept in that tree that night, because no one found me. I could not stop thinking of the house. A picture of my perfect house. I imagined the flame licking up the building, sloping through the same halls I learned to walk in.

I take my hand by the cooled brick. My cheeks still stained from tears. I know I will never get over it. No home I ever visit, will feel like home. This house right now, it doesn’t feel like home. I can’t imagine getting over this. After all, that was only yesterday.

The Other Recount Text Examples

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  2. Bagmati Dreams
  3. Climbing to Heaven
  4. A Rainy Day In Bangalore
  5. Vietnam vacation
  6. Daytripping to the Dead Sea
  7. Traveling
  8. My Personal Experience
  9. A Tour to the Botanic Gardens
  10. My Grandpa’s Funeral in Toraja
  11. Visiting Bali
  12. Ball Dome
  13. My Rush Time as a Journalist
  14. Vacation to London
  15. The  Frozen  Pool
  16. A  Cold  Crisp  Day
  17. My Great Personal Experience Staying in Hongkong
  18. It doesn’t feel like home
  19. Looking for Cleopatra’s Emerald
  20. Lucky Friday
  21. Dog Made History
  22. The Nightmare
  23. My Holiday was Fantastic
  24. Bus was Flowing Right Behind Me
  25. Adventure in the Sacred Forest
  26. RA Kartini
  27. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad Biography
  28. Soichiro Honda
  29. Kate Middleton
  30. Julius Caesar
  31. Abraham Lincoln Biography
  32. Justin Bieber Biography
  33. Princess Diana Biography
  34. Barack Obama Biography
  35. Bill Gates Biography
  36. David Beckham Biography
  37. Cristiano Ronaldo Biography
  38. Oprah Winfrey Biography
  39. Albert Einstein Biography
  40. Jackie Chan Biography
  41. Jet Li Biography
  42. Bruce Lee Biography
  43. Mother Teresa Biography
  44. Brad Pitt Biography
  45. Tiger Woods
  46. Short Biography of Kurt Cobain
  47. PSY Gangnam Style
  48. Walt Disney: A Short Biography
  49. Robert Kiyosaki
  50. Mark Zuckerberg

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