Home isn't just a building, it's a memory file.

Back in Ukraine when it was a peaceful country, whenever I used to go into my home I felt like i'm getting blessed because even if I think about it I get deep nostalgic memories because most of my best memories happened in Ukraine. When was in my home or even in Ukraine walking around I always felt a light spike of happiness come to me even if I feel very sad or just at my home when it was war even that there was war I still felt like I was safe and when my mom and dad went to the store during the war that made our favourite food that made us feel safe again even though there was/is war whenever we do something that we always used to do in ukraine it feels like we are in Ukraine even though we aren't. I still play games that I used to watch and if I play those games they give me Ukrainian memories. I remember my mom called just once one of my best friends. We talked together and played Minecraft. After sometime he had to go to sleep and he lived in the same building that I used to live in. Little did i know that was the last call for now that I talked with my friend and that was the only call from my friends from Ukraine