Love is the Golden Rule of Home

Home is a place full of life, gentle in its touch, yet so strong, like the powerful hands of an angel. It is where I feel safe, calm and understood. I love the early mornings when the world is still quietly waking up. I tiptoed to my desk, searching for the book called ‘The Three-body Problem’ . These are always the most peaceful hours of the day. My parents' warmth is like a breath of cool air during spring. I opened my big window, the soft veil of morning mist revealed strands of sunlight filtering through the tall trees. You can hear the birds sing in the woods even over the car engines. A fresh, sweet breeze drifts through the window. Joy ripples through my heart, and reminds me what home truly means. At home, you can completely set aside your worries and choose the life you want to live. My mom often tells me about the little moments of my life, like the time I was walking in the rain, and suddenly put away my umbrella, enjoying the feeling of rain droplets, or when I was chasing a red balloon rolling on the ground, falling down after only one step, then looking at the balloon had already floated far away and I cried, completely unaware that I had just taken the very first step in my life… I think home is the creator that exists above time. It weaves together these different times and spaces into a powerful garland. Families are like Gods. They can count every grain of sand in the desert in an instant and remember them all. They can gather the stars from the sky, string them together and place the shining necklace around my parents necks. I truly want to live in its embrace forever!