Meaning of Home

When I think of home, I think of it as a blessing.The lovely aroma of my mom’s African foods. The warmth of my blanket when I’m snuggled up in my bed, about to close my eyes. The sound of the rain on my window. The fascinating lights of my city when it’s dusk. And the scrumptious foods that my mom cooks. It’s the place to feel loved. A place to feel belonged. A place full of joy and laughter. My home is like a shield. And, it’s a place to make enjoyable memories & traditions. It’s the perfect place to be unique. A special place for me and my family.