Where'd You Go?

You know I won't say sorry
You know I won't say sorry

I'm sitting here, nostalgic for my own place.
I miss sitting crooked on my chair, with the laptop at an angle away from the prying eyes of my parents.
I miss doing my hw on my desk in front of the window so I can smell the night.
I miss ignoring my hw when I'm too tired and jumping on my head, with my feet on the head and my head on the foot of the bed.
I miss going downstairs at 11:00 PM when everyone's asleep to get something to snack on so I can get through the night.
I miss waking up to my dad pouring water on my face at always around 5:40-6:00.
I miss hearing my mom yell at my little brothers for the fifty-ith time to get him up "I already gave you five minutes! I gave you TEN minutes! Get up! Now! Up!"
I miss going down after I'm ready to the kitchen to find my dad making my lunch and breakfast.
I miss my dad.
I miss my mom running downstairs to check that I'm not wearing anything 'stupid'.
I miss my mom.
I miss coming home to that familiar smell of my mom's cooking blended with Glade plug ins (Apple Pie)
I miss talking to my 13 year old brother about school
I miss my little brother.
I miss hearing my 10 year old brother run around the house, screaming.
But, he's with me right now. =]
I miss my home.
I miss my family.
I miss their hugs.
Their kisses.
I miss saying goodnight to them 'shabakhere'.
I miss their love more than anything.