It does feel like home, doesn’t it? She asked me earnestly. I tried to comprehend her expressions, confused. She was smiling; but was it desperation evident in her eyes…
It was the first time that I was forced to spend my holiday in the hostel and I was crabby. But she kept assuring me that it would be fun, that I won’t miss my home.
She never went home, save the three-month leave, when all the girls were required to vacate the rooms for reassignment. She didn’t miss her home; neither was she ever missed there, it seems.
Realizing this, I smiled my brightest and said, “Of course, it does”.