Home to me

Others may have different meanings for home, but for me, home is where the air is filled with the aroma of my mom’s delicious saag, and paronthe, where the rooms are filled with love, hugs, and laughter. A place where I can smell the chaa in the pot ready for it to be served. Home is when my dad gets back from work, his warm hugs fill me with joy. When my sister and I share a laugh together, that’s what home is for me. When I see my grandparents I feel Home is when the walls are filled with memories and pictures of my family and friends. Home is where memories are made, and smiles and laughter are shared. Home is where my mom, my dad, my brother, and my sister are. When I come home from school, my sister’s warm hugs welcome me in, reminding me I’m at home.