I miss my home so bad. I miss the home where I live with my husband. Our simple home where we live our simple lives. Our little world. Who knew I would ever miss that home more than my real home?
I miss spending time with ny husband. Just the two of us. I miss talking to him, kissing him randomly. I miss making coffee quite early in the morning for him. I miss listening to him reciting Quran. I miss my kitchen. I miss our balcony. I miss our bedroom. I miss it all.
I realize that it is my home now.
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