Home

Home isn’t just a house, not wood, brick, or a space. It’s the place where memories can be made. After long days, I walk into the embrace of freshly cooked food being made on the stove. The kitchen is like a small wonderland, filled with scents that rise like stories and memories. Sometimes it becomes my own creation, a world of sugar, butter, chocolate, and desserts that have a possibility. The living room is where laughter settles, where my family and I stack up memories, like a tower still being built. We have Game nights, board games, or anything that creates joy and keeps us close. The walls hold our moments captured in images, holding history, letting us relive our best moments, framed like silent storytellers. My bedroom is like my lodge, the place that invites me in when I’m bored, or tired out from the day. The room that welcomes me without asking for anything in exchange. This is my home, a warm hug waiting for me, welcoming me, and telling me “this is my place”.