Another Myth

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We were back at her home.

Jayel: Can I ask you something?

Me: Yes.

Jayel: What does home mean to you?

Me: A place where you don't feel alone.

Jayel: But, if the only feeling you felt was loneliness. Then?

Me: Then, it's not home.

Jayel: Then, where do you go?

Me: Nowhere. Just stay here. Feel the loneliness. Because, Jayel, you can't leave.

Jayel: Why not?

Me: Because you're parents won't ever let you. They think, you're weak.

Jayel: Just because I'm blind?

Me: Yes and you were raised in a little castle made by your parent.

Jayel: What does that mean?

Me: They build the protection around you. You are who you are because of them. Once they let go of you, that protection disappears.

Jayel: What if I let go of my protection?

Me: The loneliness won't disappear.

Jayel: Why?

Me: Because the people you care about matters. Once you let go of your family, the loneliness will completely consume you unless you have a person that fills that void.

Jayel: How do I find that person?

Me: I don't know.

Jayel: I don't think I'll find that person.

Me: Maybe no. But, Jayel, what does home mean to you?

Jayel: A place where your memories are. From the best memories to your worse memories.

Me: Our definitions are different.

Jayel: So?

Me: Forget what I said. Because you won't find any other places with those kind of memories other than your home. Your family.

Jayel: I can make it.

Me: Of course, you can. But, it's not the same. Those are new memories. Those memories won't be the old times to you. Those memories won't include your family. Only the worse memories will include your family. Not the happy ones.

Jayel: How do you know that?

Me: You can choose to listen but I'm only a ghost. Why would ask me such questions in the first place?

Only silent was remained.

I left her room.

Home...

Only if there was a single meaning to people.

But, that can't happen.