HOME is the sweetest word there is on Earth. It simply holds it all. It speaks on its behalf. It’s warm and inviting. It’s tender and caring. It landslides in all corners expressing all the love in the world. It shouts all by itself explaining every thought and every reason beating all high English ways dictionaries could ever define it.
HOME is like our pet dog waiting for us by the window with its tongue out and tail wiggling. It’s like a kite a little boy enjoys watching up high as the wind blows and drives it over. It’s like the little cups little girls play during tea parties.
HOME is where we had our first memory. It’s where we had our first spill on the shirt. It’s where we first wounded our knees when we ran after our toys. It’s where we had our first dreams. It’s where we loved and lost.
BECAUSE of all these default conceptions preset in our mind, we long so much for home where we tend to forget the place that once sheltered and welcomed us the time we first moved away from home. We tend to forget the four corners that once served as our refuge at times we were alone and had no one to lean on. We tend to forget the unnoticeable warmth we undeniably enjoyed in this little ordinary place. This little ordinary place where we learned how to be strong and confident, reach our dreams, meet new friends, evolve in our different career paths, and learn to love and lose. This place where we developed our well-being and grew as better individuals. This place we call a second home.
WHEREVER we are and whatever it is, as long as our heart’s in it, it’s HOME!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Home
In a new post specifically created for this challenge, share a picture that evokes HOME for you.
The above the article was a humble entry for the above linked writing challenge. Click on the link for more details.