If there is another place called home for me, this is my HOME.
The memory from childhood including people and surroundings.
There were something left as they used to be and many things
changed from times to times. Anytime I came here I missed my grandmom,
she's like my 2nd mother because she raised me since I was born
and took care of me until I entered 15.
She has gone but the feeling and smelling of her still has remained in this place.
(All flower pictures were taken from my grandmom's garden)
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