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I, once used to know a girl who never knew the meaning of the word "home". She lived in a house near to me, but I never knew what her life was like.

Everyday I used to see Marie at school, and she wasn't someone that particularly stood out from the crowd. But, still, I sensed something missing about her, but I didn't quite know what. Then, when it came to Parents' Day, when everyone's parents came to talk to their teachers and find out how well (or in some cases bad) they were doing at school, Marie came alone. She didn't come with a Mum nor a Dad. It was then I realised that the missing part of Marie was her family. Maybe her parents didn't live with her or didn't care for her like mine did, but whatever the situation was, I knew I had to make her feel like she had a home.

The next week, I invited her to come and join my family to have dinner with us. She seemed to reluctantly agree, perhaps out of shock for someone showing a caring emotion towards her. Whatever the case, she did arrive that night and she did eat with us, and I did notice a difference in her - she appeared to be happy for the first time that I had known her. From that day on, she became a part of my family in the metaphorical sense, and she learnt what a home truly means.

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