Is this called home?
Land turns to dust
This can't be home
Time's running out for us
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Lucy still vividly remembered the last time she bid laugher with her parents were two years ago. Lucy's family was what was known as a loving family and her parents were full of affection towards her and she felt especially lucky for having them. For Lucy, a home had two meanings: lexical and figurative. A home was a shelter and a home that consisted of her father, mother and her. Lucy was showered with bliss and affection even though her parents were only regular employers. Her father was a banker and her mother was an English teacher. Even though both of her parents were working, Lucy didn't feel lonesome due to lack of affection and attention, if anything, she got it abundantly, she never felt neglected or abandoned. Her mother would spare tiny bit of her time for a bedtime story before she went to sleep and her father would always make time to take her for a walk around the residence before he went to the office; and in the midst of his tight schedule he still managed to take her from the kindergarten to her mother's school; just to keep her company.