Home

Home to me is security, safety, family, memories, comfort, love and belonging. Home is important, every human being on the planet deserves a place to call home. Whether they're big or small, old or young. Home is where I see the smiles of family members everyday. Memories being made everyday. Home is where I can be swaddled in a big, cozy, blanket. Home is where I am loved and belong. Like I can be myself without any remorse. Home is safety and security. To wake up in the morning and know that you're still gonna be here tomorrow. When you know you're gonna have a bed to sleep in for days to come. When you know there's going to be a filling, nutritious meal on the table tomorrow. The colourful flavors mixing on my tongue. Home is family, where memories are made, like vivid paintings that are hung in my mind. Family is when my parents saw me take my first steps, say my first words and eat my first food. When you can go to your parents whenever you feel like there's a storm cloud over your head. Family is like anchors, that ground you when you are caught up in a tornado of life. When you feel like the world is against you. Family is when I slip and fall and the first thing my siblings do is laugh. When they mock you for it in a joking way. Home is where I can leap into bed after a long day of school. Feeling like the blankets are giving a warm, fuzzy hug. Home is where you can shelter from the bitter cold. Curling up in a ball on the couch, a scalding hot cup of hot chocolate in my hand. Watching the fireplace crackle and twirl, the embers flying gently away. Home is where I can sit on my bed, watching the snow outside gently descend to the ground. Home is where I can take hot showers, with my vanilla bodywash and scrub. The warm aroma filling my nose. A house is bricks and mortar, a home is where love exists in walls and its heart beats with the people in it. Home is warm, not physically, but with love. Love makes a home a home, without love a home is empty. Love is when I get home and my parents shower me with about a million questions about my day and how I'm doing. Love is listening to me rant about my bad day, and my parents just simply listen without giving empty promises, or reassurances. Home is belonging. Where I belong, like a key that fits perfectly in a keyhole. Home is when I can speak my native tongue, the words sliding off my tongue with ease. Home is where my family gathers together to celebrate Eid- ul- Fitir. The sound of laughter and kids running radiating off the walls. A house is made of beams and wood. A Home is security, safety, family, memories, comfort, love and belonging. Home is where I am celebrated and loved. Where memories are spoken aloud everyday. Home is where I can go and feel seen with no words. Home is where I feel safe and secure. A home is where I walk in through the door, and my mom greets me with a radiant smile that lights up my world like a lightbulb.