What does home mean to me?

My home is more than just a set of walls and a roof – it’s a place where warmth emanates from the window and the heart. I remember leaving behind friends, family, and broken streets as my family and I fled from war. We moved to a new country, where a new home provided the opportunity to start fresh. My home has become something more significant than just a place to sleep. It’s where my mom cooks delightful dishes, filling the kitchen with aroma. These are peaceful evenings spent with a cup of hot tea, reminiscing about the past and making plans for the future. The new country has turned into a blank canvas where I can now paint my future. Here, I study, meet new people, and find my place in this cast world. We’ve come a long way, and I’m grateful for every second that makes our home real. For me, home is not just a place to sleep; it’s a sanctuary of hope and love, where I feel happy and safe. Even in a foreign country, I feel at home, as home is more than just four walls.