A Story. . .

Let me write something, like a short story in the net or in your books that you have to revise for an English test. So here it goes:

It was a cold quiet night, a man walking against the cold breeze of the night. He has been walking long since he arrived from the airport, carrying a backpack and a strap bag which hung on his shoulder.
It's been a while. He thought. This place very, well nostalgic.
He was walking pass by houses that he recognized during his childhood years, remembering his old pal used to play pranks on their neighbors, such as planting stink bombs in every house in the neighborhood or swaping mailboxes and the worst, replacing welcome mats with sacks filled with pure stench fresh from the toilets.
Ahh the good old days. He thought again, then he stopped in front of rusted playground. He paused and remembered his first love during his teenage days where he had the most gorgous drop dead pretty face girlfriend. He looked at the rusted swing and visualized himself those days, where'd stared and gazed at her star bright eyes then walked her home hand on hand.
I wonder how she is today? He thought. He continued walking til he reach a house. A house that is brightly aging, a two story [spelling?] building with two to four windows on each side of the rectangular building. The house was dark and seemingly haunted.
I hope that my parents are home. He thought as he gazed from the frontyard. It's been eight years since i left home to study in a university i've worked hard for and finally finished it, brutal long years and it's time to celebrate. But why weren't they at my graduation? The office diddn't inform any acciddents. I just hope they're home anddoing well.
He began walking torwards the front door, a light breeze passed his face and his hair flowed with the flow of the flowing stream of breeze. As he walked towards the door which is home, he flashbacked his memories of the past. Memories when he was in university, going to classes everyday where he aimed to do his best, hitting the library to gain knowlegdable information for his course and going out with his new found friends where'd enjoy themselves in malls, billiarads and of course playing some good old sports. As well meeting a girl of his dreams, similar to his teenage sweetheart, they're the perfect couple exclaimed their friends where they were close as two swans that have found love again.
He finally reached the door, and openned it slowly. And entered the dark house, he walked to his right and entered the living room. Which then suddenly lit brightly and it was filled with familar faces he recognized in his old days, such his neighbor which he played pranks to and his old and new friends and well of course his parents were there. Attached on the ceiling were two banners, one was "Welcome Home!" and the other "Congratulations!!".
"Surprised!!" everyone shouted.
The man stood there like in a state of shock as he saw people he loved and cared which he thought they've abadoned him during and after his graduation. His parents approuched him first and his dad said, "Son, I want to tell this." he paused "I am the most proudest man in the world now, you know why? because all my scarifices through your education years has been paid. What are my scarifices? Me working an earning to help you live the life the way you live right now, and look at you now. You look really brillant and. . ." he paused as his eyes were filled with tears. "well. . .absolutely amazing! I did all my scarifices because I love you in all my heart no matter how bad or good you are, as you are my son."
The father was in tears as he ended his sentence. His mother hugged him tightly that he can't breathe. Then tears began to burst from her eyes and dripped from her cheeks.
"My little baby. . . " she said, "My baby. . ." she paused, ". . .i love you. . . you've grown through and through. . . and dear god he blessed you and guided you. . . and now look at you, big and handsome!" she paused again for while, "I had many scarifices made as your father did, and you understand right?" she looked at him and he nodded, she continued "that we're not the richest family in the world and we have to earn money the hard way and pay for your education, and look now you're the greatest reward ever in our lives!"
And so she cried.
I understood my family's struggles, I knew that it's hard to make a living. He thought. There was scarifices had to be made, such as my parents working til their legs weep and as well having the pain that their only child was far away from them for eight years. He looked around him, friends, old nieghbors, relatives and family. And i thought back then they didn't care. . . what was i thinking back there. . .Why? I know, I, a special child? no I'm not special because we are special in different ways. I love them. I care. I miss them.
The grey and aging was now a bright home, and so this welcome lasted a long night.

The End

It's just a story just came to my head, and it's like a first draft so yea it can improve more!

See ya!