Home The Foundation of Love

When a house is built it is called a house, and when my family, my father, my mother, and my siblings are here, it is called a home. All memories are made here in my home, in every corner of my house. I made a memory that will remain immortal in my heart before my mind. My playing with my brothers, my laughter, my movement with freedom and love from my family. Here I cannot go through my memories without remembering the love and tenderness of my mother and her care for me and my brothers, and I do not forget to remember my father. The uniform supporter, I listen to him directing us with the kindness of his words, and he is my beacon by which I gain enlightenment when I do not know what I should do. My celebrations with my brothers and our laughter together is home. Home is a bedtime story, the taste of the holiday cake that my mother makes. Home is our gathering on the holiday. Home is my going out to school every morning and seeing my friends and returning home and missing seeing my family. Home is a feeling more than a description. Because it is the cornerstone of the outfit from which the outside world emerges. Home is family, home is an integral part of ourselves, home is a memory, home is a reality, it is past and present. I love my home.