Family

Home is where the heart is, a house is not a home and a home is not a house. House, you can house anyone and anything but a home you cannot. Home is where the heart is, but how will it be '' where the heart is ! '' if you don't have a family or you lost a family. How can you call an empty house home, a house only full of memories, neither painful or happiness. I knew a man before who commited suicide, he's suicide note says, '' l had everything a man can ask, houses, money, fame, fortune all of it, but coming '' home '' to an empty and cold house is like settling in a grave everytime. I admit it was all my fault, i lost my wife and two kids because of my stupidity and carelessness. Their gone, too far, long gone, am i still a man, a father and a husband ? What is my purpose to stay, why i'm still here, i don't have anymore means to be here, i have to go, it's a travel worth treking, not like here i'm alone in a vast of strangers. I was once forgotten and also unforgiven. l will travel in the i don't know but it's too too far better than i know where i'm heading. ''