Home In My Eyes

Home isn’t just a place It’s another world of memories; stories as you sleep. Home is my safe place. Home is comfortable. And home is love. I’m grateful for a roof above my head. Home is the box that wraps around me like a blanket when I’m cold. I smell my favourite food; mom is making Shakriyeh And Riz Bi Haleeb for dessert. My brother is in his room playing Roblox; he is locked in. Our birds, Icel and Sammi, are chirping for us. Everything is cozy in my eyes. Now I know… It isn’t just the home I love, It’s the family inside it.