The presence of Family and loved ones makes a house to become a home

The last time I visited my parent's house where I grew up was in 2016, the place gave me a lot of memories, is it my childhood friends that we grew up together I should talk about or my first love who lives in front of our house.

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My parent completed the house in the year 2000, and my sister and I were told to live there pending the time they would join us because mum and dad work in the city, mushin area in Lagos precisely.

Living in the new site with my sister is one of the memories I can never forget because of how we lived our lives, the place was still a forest because there were only 2 houses in our street which were us and our neighbour and it was only us for some years before others came to build too.

Once it was 5.pm, my sister would lock all the doors and you would never see us outside until the next day and that is when the sun was up, if we heard any strange sound in the evening, my sister would pack our pillows and blanket and off we go to our neighbor's house to spend the night and she was always happy to welcome us because her husband also only visit, he also works in the city so it was just her and her 3 children.

I was still a child at that time so my sister made all the decisions, she gained admission the following year so my mum had to move in with me, life was different when she came around, no more locking doors by 5 pm, she was a brave woman, she created a path which leads to the next street and there lived my childhood best friends, they were three brothers

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Not to go too deep into my childhood stories, what could have made me stop going to a place I called home, a place I spent my childhood, I left home in 2011 after I graduated from secondary school and I only visited occasionally to see my parents and most especially my friends but in 2016, my dad built another house in another state and he moved there with my mum taking most of the things in the old house with them.

The house is there but there is no reason for me to visit there because it is just a house and no longer a home, a house only becomes a home when our loved ones are there, I miss my friends but it is not enough reason to visit there... Some of my friends asked me to come around but I ain't just motivated enough to go because it doesn't feel like home anymore.

Assuming my parent didn't move, I would have been visiting them often because I love the place, the people, and the memories they all gave me... I rarely visit their new house because I just do not really bond with the place but that is our home now.

I would visit the old house someday to check on the tenants and I am sure the place and old friends would make me so emotional, most of my childhood friends are now men, I saw some of them on social media but I can't find some, but seeing some of them physically would remind me of our childhood days, hopefully, my tears do not embarrass me that day.

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