Miss My Home

I know my home is not a paradise or a palace that everyone want to go there.
My home is simple, not too big, but enough for me.
In there, my mom and dad live.
In there, I've wasted my life time, from born until now.
I think I can never leave my home, my lovely home.

Now, I miss my home.
If I'm home, I don't need to think about food, clothes and shelter, also my mom or my dad doesn't need to call me every night.
I'm also able play with my cat.
I miss my bedroom.
I miss my mom's cuisine.

I really like my home and I don't think I can go away from there.
Even though I'm not always feel happy , but I can find my place there.