Creative writing: What does a home mean?
Apr 24, 2020
So when I think what does home mean to me, it does not mean a building, a country a city, not even a town – for me it means someone who when I am around her I can be myself and know I am safe and I am loved when I am with her. Home is where my mum is.
By Sanyu Kaddu
FAMILY | TOTO
FAMILY | TOTO
For many people, I know home is either a familiar place, city, country, house, building or even a town or a combination of all those titles but for me, my home is not like many homes.
My home does not have a roof, nor does it have walls - it is tall, extremely beautiful, hardworking, responsible, and shockingly smart. You see for me my home is not a thing, it is a person, it is my mother.
Wherever I go with her that's my home. We have been very lucky to have traveled to many places together and seen many different countries, camp sites, motels, hotels and some of the worst places you could think of and we have lived in many different "homes" but all of these homes are not the same without her because I know when I am with her then I am home.
When I am with her I know I am okay because she will fight for me like she always does.
I know my mother struggles a lot especially because she is a single mother. She goes through a lot to make sure that I have a good education, a good "home", good food and I am sure every parent wants that for their children or child but I know my parent works very hard to give me the best and only the best.
I know this because I have seen or been with her through every hardship, through every struggle and yet we always come through on the other side - the happy side.
I know my mother struggles a lot especially because she is a single mother. She goes through a lot to make sure that I have a good education, a good "home", good food and I am sure every parent wants that for their children or child but I know my parent works very hard to give me the best and only the best.
I know this because I have seen or been with her through every hardship, through every struggle and yet we always come through on the other side - the happy side.
I always wondered why mothers loved their children so much - more than anything in the world.
One day, when I saw my mum happy to see me come back from school I asked her and she said to me, "God gave me you to protect and love and care for you with all my heart so when you have children of your own one day you will love them too - to make a mark of my love to you."
After she said that, I started to realize so many things - I realized, that love doesn't mean to give gifts or jewelry to make a sign of love to show you'd give everything you have - true love doesn't include money or any sort of object it is simply in my world - my mothers love for me.
And though she might not say I love you, I know that she loves me because her every action tells me every day - I love you and I am home with you.
One day, when I saw my mum happy to see me come back from school I asked her and she said to me, "God gave me you to protect and love and care for you with all my heart so when you have children of your own one day you will love them too - to make a mark of my love to you."
After she said that, I started to realize so many things - I realized, that love doesn't mean to give gifts or jewelry to make a sign of love to show you'd give everything you have - true love doesn't include money or any sort of object it is simply in my world - my mothers love for me.
And though she might not say I love you, I know that she loves me because her every action tells me every day - I love you and I am home with you.
So when I think what does home mean to me, it does not mean a building, a country a city, not even a town - for me it means someone who when I am around her I can be myself and know I am safe and I am loved when I am with her. Home is where my mum is.