HOME

HOME. Such a common word, and it doesn’t matter when you are just around the corner. It doesn’t mean anything more than a place to sleep, to eat, to share things with your family, to laugh, to argue with your siblings and with your mother and father, to listen to loud music, watch TV anytime, to brag your achievements and so many other petty things you don’t seem to mind. You hate it when your mother calls you during lunch time. You are annoyed when your mother asks you to go home since it’s six o’clock in the evening and you need to attend the family prayer or help prepare dinner. You feel disgusted when your mother asks you to do house chores even if it’s just feeding the dogs. You become rebellious when your parents don’t give you a certain thing you want most for they consider it unimportant. It so good to get away from home, run, and go to places away from those people who treat you like a kid, who don’t seem to give you freedom, who always mind your business, and keep records of what you do and your mistakes. You don’t want to hear the nags of your mother, the unending questions like: “What time is it now? Where have you been? What have you done? Why didn’t you go home on time? Don’t you know your responsibilities at home? Who are your friends now? Do you have new sets of friends? blaahh…blaahhh…blaahhhh…” You usually go to your room, cover your ears and pretend not to hear anything. Sometimes you even have the courage to reason out which then makes things worse. And the drive to vanish to a secluded island comes back. You want to pack and run.

Now, I am old enough and staying at home is no longer an option. I got what I wanted—have my own life. Nobody minds, nobody cares.

HOME. Such a common word. However….

Home is where the heart is, indeed. Home is our solace, our greatest surrender. It is a place where we could heal our wounds and pick up the debris of our broken dreams. The words of our mothers are like music and her advice is our bible.

Oh how I miss everything I hate before. I just want to be home.

HOME. It’s not a common word after all. It’s the sweetest word I would like to utter and feel. HOME. It’s just a dream now. TT