Tina

Home. What is home? People usually think that their home is their house. A repetitive cycle where they wake up, eat, go to the bathroom. I’m not sure if I agree with those people. Because for me, it’s more than that.

Home is when I finish an exhausting day of school. I’m on my way home when I see a group of little children, Spinning on the roundabout and running around Yelling ‘you’re it’ to their friends and just having the time of their lives. It gives me a sense of nostalgia.

What I wish to be care-free again, Without any worries. Because as we grow up, We can’t live like that any more. We must constantly figure it out By ourselves - Taking responsibility for things, And For our parents to be proud of us.

I miss when I thought that adults knew everything - When they could cure my wounds and solve any problems. But now I know that my wounds were small and my problems were easy.

I miss thinking that adults knew a secret to life That we didn’t know. I come staggering to my doorstep With muscle pain from PE And hand cramps from the 2-page extended writing from English, Until I open my front door And my nose captures the savoury aroma of my mum’s cooking. This smell makes me forget about all my problems, And eases my mind Like I’m dreaming And no-one could ever wake me up.

Except for my mum's yelling! Her banshee-like screams, Which could make for a good horror movie, And her eyes almost bulging out of her eye sockets, Snaps me back to reality While the hairs on my body Sit up. I get scared, as I have no idea why she is angry at me, But I keep calm And listen to her.

Even though she’s strict and angry at times, Her love for her children is greater than everything else. We’d sit down And have these lengthy sentimental conversations About her past And the hardships she had to go through To get where she is at today. Her motivation to keep on going inspires me. When I’m lost in my thoughts Or having an identity crisis She is always there With her arms spread out,

Her hugs are warm and pleasant A door welcoming you in. Those arms you can’t resist. They’re special. They reassure you that everything is going to be ok. It’s something that you need. Those arms you never want to let go of. It’s like a drug. She says; “Go on, cry as much as you need to.”

At least once in a lifetime, we will be tired And feel as if we can’t go on. We can’t expect our life to be What we imagined it would be, Without our efforts that we put in. It’s not easy,

So take a step back and Listen to yourself. Don’t lose who you are. You are in control.

So… Home - The emotions, thoughts, Feelings and memories. Expressed through the people who I hold close to my heart. Reminding me that every day which goes by Is special And meaningful If I’m with the people I love, And the people who love me.

I will never forget the feeling of home.