The Love of Home

When my mom comes in to wake me the feeling of safety immediately makes me feel at home. Sometimes I wake to the sound of my sibling's voice which makes me smile and feel bright. When I hear the appealing sound of my religious songs it makes me have a happy day. When I smell the scent of my family members it's too good to explain. When I smell my home I smell joy and happiness. When I see my family I see my home but when other people see a home they see a four wall structure, even if we are rich or poor my family is my home. When I hear the beautiful voices when I am weary they make me have energy, when I open the door I also smell the best smell from my moms ramen and the kimchi and the combo of the gamjatang. I feel at home when I smell the flowing stream of warmth and, when I hear the dishwashing it gives me safety and comfort. When I come through the living room it’s like a tree growing over the years. It makes many memories and it reminds me of life as I see the pictures on the walls. As the wind swirls in the air, so do my loved ones. My family goes everywhere like the waves of the sea. I love my family and they love me and that's all I need for home.