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What is home?
When can you call it a home?
They say home is where the heart is..
I guess that's right, I've learned that.
When my parents divorced, it all changed.
My mother moved out and I lived with my dad.
My mother took my little sister with her.
And I was left with my dad and my older brother.
His girlfriend lived with us too for a while.
But they broke the houserules really often.
Ofcourse my dad got upset and all.
It didn't made the situation any better.
To be continued..
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