Everyone Is Home

Mada Hayyas
2 min readOct 3, 2023
Christmas and the old feeling

You’re 7 years old and everyone is home. Mom is cooking, dad is watching TV, and your siblings are doing their own thing, but everyone is home. You’re laying in your childhood bedroom, dreaming of the day where you get to grow up and be on your own. You wanted to be older so badly that you forgot to take in the comfort of everyone being home. Now, you’re in your 20s and you wish you could go back. You and your siblings have all moved out. Your parents have aged, and they’re trying to get used to the term ”empty nesters.” You start to notice their grey hair and wonder where all the time has gone.

You realize that there will never be another day where you all live together again. Your siblings aren’t just in the other room, they are somewhere else. Every now and then you will visit, but you will not stay. You will never play together again, you will not wake up and eat breakfast together every morning, and there will be no more family movie nights. You won’t even see each other everyday.

I am longing for the feeling of home, but I can’t go back. My childhood home has been ripped down, and pieces of it are scattered in all different places. Nobody is home.

”Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.”

How a room full of things and now, it feels completely empty.