What is Home? - Imitation

What is home:

it's the place where people find rubbish, where all of the abandoned cars stay, and where the dust of the environment shields them from the ruins that they've got stuck on.

    It's the place where even with the limited soil, flowers always grew and kept a stance, marking their territory; never leaving.

    It's the place where I could walk out freely without worrying who was outside because no matter who it was, it was always family.

    It's the place where my mother and father would argue endlessly about the same topic, never changing, and I grew to memorize their words like the lyrics of my favorite song that would play on the car's radio.

    It's the place where, as a child, I protected, dreading the idea of leaving the small place my mother seems to hate, where I grew up, where I'll soon leave—

I stopped: How could a four-letter word hold all of these truths?

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(Imitation of Mosab Abu Toha's What is Home? poem.)