Home Sweet Home

Home is like the hospital where MY MOTHER GAVE BIRTH TO ME, but my mom is more gentle than the nurses . When winter arrives home stays as cozy as a winter fireplace. Sunset comes but my home stays shining like the SUN RISE! Home is surrounded by bricks of LOVE, People will not even be able to squeeze through!!!!!!!!!!! In my family love is shown in so many ways laughing,happy tears & singing. My HOMES table is like the Meeting area. When the food is served the stories begin. Sometimes my home turns into a concert, except there is no singing, there is screaming from my mom telling my brother not to jump on the bed. For some reason I start laughing until I cry. When I’m tucked in bed, it feels like my bed is hugging me. I look everywhere everything starts moving, then my eyes shut tight & I start dreaming! Sweet,sticky & syrupy PANCAKES sometimes fill the room. Pictures are everywhere in the phone, in the album, in the pictures there will always be someone laughing or dancing (that will mostly be me). I really wish I could go back to my country, my home there is a lot more fun. Sometimes home gets frustrating, but we have to grow to be a parent then we will have our own home. The park is part of my home, in summer I go there every day after quran class. I mostly play GROUNDERS. Home is our family's heart. 💜 Home is where I belong. It is where you belong.