A Short Reflection On The Longing For Home

Whenever she looked at photographs of the land that she had called “home” as a little girl, a strange yearning would fill her heart.

And an even stranger yearning would fill her heart when she looked at the photographs of her parents’ homeland, for she had never set foot on it.

And as she grew older, she was forced to realised that there was nothing to be done about this yearning.

Some said that it had been placed in her heart by a higher power, to remind her that her permanent home lay beyond the realms of this world.

She liked that explanation; it somehow soothed the bitterness in her heart and brought a gentle smile to her tear-stained face. 

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