DIARY ENTRY 010
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I miss Eve terribly. She felt like silver round brimmed glasses, rosy cheeks during the winter. I can still smell her lingering scent of old sweaters, and faded books tucked away in the corner of a library. Eve and I ran down the river that afternoon, and danced in the river like we had tarantism, we made lunch and had a small picnic nearby. She read me my favourite stories by Enid Blyton. I wish she'd notice my hidden poems for her. As my head laid on shoulder, her hair smelled of strawberry shampoo, and she had put a hint of lavender perfume that day.

I did not feel at home in my own home. It sometimes felt like a confined space for making me comfortable but it never felt like home, it never felt like I belonged, it destroyed me, the walls screamed, and home wasn't supposed to feel like that. But my family was there, even though the cement and paint were monsters, my family was home. My family felt like home, Eve felt like home too, in her arms;which reminds me of my mama, her soothing voice; like the bedtime hums of my grandma, in her soft fingers which brush through my hair; like the determined hands of my father with which he played his guitar.

That evening, I held Eves' hand tightly and told her, "You feel like my true home."

People need people,
And people need feelings. Eve said.

I never believed it until now.