“Mom, let's change this house, it's not good, we don't like it anymore.” When we said this for the first time, my mother was shocked as if we were mad. Who lives on rent leaving their own house? Many I guess? But it's too hard to do that, right? We weren't that courageous to propose this to Dad so we tested with Mother in the first place. She just laughed and said nothing.
Actually, the problem is that we had large land in the past, my father sold a huge portion due to some problem and kept a little and built a house there almost thirty years ago. Our family had grown and it wasn't sufficient enough for us to live together, we needed a bigger house, and we were attracted to the modern ones with better facilities. It wasn't even possible to rebuild the existing one, maybe in the future.
Days passed and our parents started to realize the fact as well as we hadn't the means to rebuild the existing one we had to move to a rented house at last. While leaving, my mother said, “Leaving this house, I don't know if I would be able to come back to this house ever again to live. My sons, this is my request to you, please bring me back to this one as you guys desire to rebuild before my death.” Trust me, no one would like to hear such words (the last one) from their parents, their such thoughts, it was deep. She left her own house, which she built slowly but steadily, so it was hard, we didn't realize then.
In the first few months, mom used to visit that home every day, every week, or every month multiple times. An attachment that we couldn't realize before stepping out is what I can feel with every bit of my heart now, a home, our home. The one we are living in now has all modern facilities, only the attachment of feeling own is missing that can't be brought by any means
It's now two years, we do realize the peace of living in our own house even if it's broken. Trust me, there are hundreds of reasons. We kept that house close for almost a year and then rented it to someone else, a small family, a couple with their baby. My mother often says, “Someone else is staying at my house and here I am, to someone else’s.” She doesn't feel this present one that we are living in now is her home, her only home is the one that she left behind, and yearns wholeheartedly to go back to that one. We had made some plans to rebuild that one a few months back but something else came up so the idea is postponed for a few years perhaps.
Around us, there are many newly constructed buildings, people are making their homes, and also places for those who don't have any. We have our land, our own, all we need is to gather the capital to rebuild the existing one to be suitable for our living. Every day, while crossing, we dream of a new home. Oftentimes I have seen my mom being so emotional that she had tears in her eyes as well. Thousands of people are living on rent, making their living, but the thing of owning a house is what makes it a home, not just a living place.
Whatever I do, wherever I go, the most ambitious desire or achievement for me and my brother would be to bring back our parents in the one that we would build for them, fulfill the wish my mother made before stepping out, erase the tears that she often spills missing that house. Nothing would be more satisfying than fulfilling this one, the biggest dream in the house right now is to execute this one, a hard one yet not impossible. So yeah, home is home, not the one we are living in right now, but the one we are yearning to go back……
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