What Does Home Mean to Me?

A home is not just a physical building; it is a place where you share memories with family. A place where you feel like you belong, and you don’t feel lonely. A place to be loved and be with family. A home to me is my mums delicious and yummy rice and chicken with potatoes. The smell of the food she makes fills up the room with a delicious sent. During dinner my family and I laugh so hard listening to the stories I make. Me and my mum don’t really like to eat from restaurants, we like homecooked food more. A home to me is my parents’ warm, loving hugs. I love to watch movies with my parents on cold winter days [We tell each other what happened to us today except all my parents say is “we worked”.] I will tell my parents about my day. When I was younger, I never knew what a home was. I always thought it was just a house with furniture inside and people living inside. I never knew the difference between a house and a home because I stayed home all the time. When I went to Bangladesh for the second time, I finely realized what a home meant because I started to feel home sick without my dad and brother. A home is somewhere you share memories with your family, a place you feel like you belong, somewhere you are never lonely, a place to be loved. Home is family.