Home

How beautiful it is to go back home again, and I do not really know the reason why the place in which we grew up kept the name of home, even though we no longer live in it. His image in our imagination is associated with the beautiful moments and the beginning of everything…our first steps…our first staying up nights… our first adventures, our first love stories, our joys, our tears, our first disagreements, our first laughter… 

All of this is unique to the family house, which witnessed the growth of our bodies, inch by inch… It witnessed our memories, our cries, and all our secrets that were engraved on its walls before they occupied our hearts. 

Under its roof and between its walls, everything looks different… We look more beautiful… The smell of coffee in it smells like the smell of the morning if it has a scent … Next to its walls, the plants that my mother loves and takes care of look as if they had grown in heaven… I tried a lot to plant It in my other places of residence, except that it was always dying, as if they knew that it was outside its little paradise, missing my mother’s angelic hands and her warm tenderness as she wiped her leaves one after the other every morning. Air passes through its windows like the cool summer breeze while sitting under the pine trees …in this house, everything is normal like any other house…but it seems to you, perhaps alone, extraordinary, splendid, and magical, as if it is the eighth wonder of the world. In his garden, which I have always played with… Jasmine looks whiter and smells more fragrant than any other jasmine… As for the smell of lemon trees, it is another story that needs a thousand nights of vigil to hear… The roses planted at its edges will be intoxicating with its picturesque colors, even one can imagine they can’t be as beautiful anywhere else. 

You will wake up one day in your parents’ house, and it will be your same room, and you will feel that you are still young until your peace is disturbed by the crying of a small child who is supposed to be yours, so that you conclude that many years have passed and that you … have grown up!.