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A place to call home
Thursday, October 11, 2007 @ 10:26 AM
Once upon a time, there was a man.
There was a man who didn't know where he came from.
This man had longed to find his birthplace ever since he was a small child.
His birthplace. A place he only remembered in his dreams...
why? He wanted to know more about himself, maybe.
About his parents, the house where he was born.
One day, the man left the home of his adoptive father and went on a quest to find the answer.
His only clue was the blue light he saw in his dreams...
A blue light? Yeah. He thought it might be a memory of his birthplace.
An ocean maybe? Did he find it?
No, he never found it. How could he? His only clue was a colored light.
So he went back to the home of his adoptive father...
What do you think his father did when he came home?
Welcomed him home? No way!
The father raised his fist and beat the son he had worked so hard to raise.
Why? I don't know. But you know what surprised him even more?
The father smiled, after beating up his son!...
Can you believed that? He just gave his son a beating.
But this is what the man thought when he saw his father smile...
"This is my home. This is the place i call home."
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