A cold december air fills the outside the home I live in. I knock at the door and after a few seconds my grand mother nudges the locks and I get in. The aura of home as always is similar: an empty dining table, two adorable pets and the same old dim orange lights that illuminate the small and cramped living / dining room of our residence. Tired and sweaty, I put my bag on the chair and pull out my laptop from inside and set it up on my usual work-desk. I begin to sum up my thoughts but I feel that I cannot put all into writing my experiences for this day because everytime I go home, I get the same feelings and disappointments. God, staying at home is even more stressful than labor outside. When will this end?
P.S. I shall continue my writing in later parts because I need to write what I experienced on this day, 12 11 09.
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