It was about 6 years ago in Pakistan, I was in bed in the early morning, the birds were singing, and it was a sunny day. It was Eid that day (a tradition that we celebrate) it only comes twice a year, so I got up, took a bath, got dressed in a fancy dress that my grandma had prepared for me months before that day and my mom made my hair in a braid. There were noises coming from downstairs because all my family members were there (aunts, uncles, grandma, cousins, my brother and all our other family friends and relatives) so I quickly ran downstairs, when I got downstairs, everyone was dressed in fancy clothing. Everyone was laughing and chatting. I looked around for a few seconds and I felt so happy to be around the people I love and realized that this is what I call home, a place that has a place to rest in my heart and a place that I will always remember.