you hear a phone ring, and it can be anyone. but a ringing just has to be answered. doesn't it? [phone booth, colin farrell]

*ding*. I stepped out of the elevator door, with a whole bunch of chinese books in the luggage, and the first thing I saw, in front of that door, was a red toy motorcycle. taking off my shoe, opening that door, the next thing I saw, mom. she gave me a smile, I pulled my luggage in, and moved towards my room. inside my room, on a once empty table, was cluttered full of stuff-- new stuff. I turned around, and in front of the computer, was my brother (playing graffiti on yahoo I might add). as I walked back to the living room, a young chap came running towards me, and grabbed my feet. with sparkles in his eyes, a grin a mile wide, he cried, "harry!!" back at the living room, sitting on the red couch, my sister, watching her tv. though my dad isn't at home, as I wander the house, I just know, that there is no place like home.

my english ain't exactly good, but oh wellz... it isn't exactly what happened...i probably mixed up a few parts... but its similar... similar...