A Place Called Home

There are many places in our city, our country, and our world. However, none can even compare to a special place called home. Home may not sound quite unique, But they all hold a place in our hearts, each with uniqueness of its own. When I enter my home, the scent of homemade meals spreads through the air. Made by one in my family who really cares, my mother. She greets me with a warm embrace and a smile. We all agree that she really is not like another. And as time passes gradually here, things change. However, held in this place are the memories we made. Memories that even if one tries to erase, None can ever hold back the events that unfold decade to decade. A place so sturdy and protected, And such a safe location for many. Decorated with items so one can feel like they belong. Such personality and style packed in every. Korean events I gladly celebrate, My proud identity, culture and tradition. Clothing, folk tales, food and more. Things I happily greet with great recognition. There was never a place where you could feel and understand so much. And everyone deserves a place where they could interact so much with. And that’s why today, I’m very glad, That somebody in need will earn one by writing this.