MY HOME

My home is not just a normal place, it’s a memorable place that leaves a trace. I was born in this home that never ever gets torn. A living room where I can play games and watch shows, with cards that I claim, while looking at the heavy snow. The number one place filled with memories in documentaries, and in my perspective, are stories that I find collective. The kitchen is packed with traditional food, and nutritional ingredients, made with unconditional love. The heavenly smell of Sinigang, which is my favourite food, that makes me feel well, and will always ring a bell. The delicious hot soup, that I have to scoop, keeps on making a bloop sound, that makes me feel found. My bedroom where I sleep peacefully, that makes me feel easily carefree. I run all around, on the brown floors, dancing all alone, imagining that I have a clone. A bathroom where I secretly cry everyday, knowing that these thoughts will never fly away. Listening to music, while I shower, with the soap that makes me smell like flowers. The voices and echoes will always face to face, but the negative things will always fade day by day. So, this is my home, that never goes away.