My Meaning of Home

Home. The invigorating crisp fresh smell of humid mid- summer air entering my nostrils. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax. Home. The tantalizing savoury dishes put together carefully and smoothly by my mother. That are appetizing and appealing and will always be craved by me. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Home. The cheerful chirping of the birds and the loud whooshing of the wind. Is a sound, I’ll remember from heart. Listen. Comprehend. Compare. Home. The small cushy but comfortable family duplex. I have grown in during my childhood and up to now. I’ve learned to appreciate it for always being there. Opened eyes. Closed eyes. Blink! Home. The roomy comfy bed, Im always intimate in and lay in every inaudible twilight. Feel. Hold. Squeeze. Home. The place where I belong. ?