WHAT HOME MEANS TO ME

Home is the sight of my family. The sound of my dog barking, my younger brother yelling at me like a song without music. Home, the smell of spices. Home, my older brother calling me to pass him the remote even though it’s beside him. Home, when my mom calls me for help with her phone. Home, when my dad asks me every morning if I’m wearing makeup or if I have a crush on someone. Home, when my parents nag me to clean my room. Home, the place where I feel safe and protected.