Sometimes, writing about the idea of home feels suffocating. Perhaps it is because there is so much to say, yet nothing that can ever fully explain it. Home is often described as a place of peace and comfort, a space where one feels safe and understood. But for many, that definition feels distant and unfamiliar.
To some, home is nothing more than a four-walled concrete structure filled with voices sharp enough to wound, endless cycles of blame, and memories so deeply carved into the mind that they seem impossible to forget even in another lifetime. There may still be traces of warmth and nostalgia hidden within those memories, but sometimes the rage grows louder than the comfort. A child who grows into adulthood in such an environment may struggle to remain calm amidst chaos, may shiver at the sound of raised voices, and may constantly question their own thoughts, needs, and decisions.
In many households, it has long been considered normal for a child’s opinions, emotions, and choices to be dismissed simply because they are “just kids". Meanwhile, adults, often viewed as mature and sensible by society, may say things that unknowingly leave permanent scars on a young and hopeful heart. Perhaps that is how rebellious children are created — not out of mere defiance, but as a response to feeling unheard, disrespected, and emotionally cornered for far too long. Even innocence, when repeatedly hurt, slowly transforms into anger.
There is also an unspoken expectation in many cultures that parents are always right and that children should never question them. If they do, they are often met with sarcasm or ridicule: “Oh, so you’ve grown up now?” While it is true that parents are experiencing parenthood for the first time, they are humans before anything else. Age, authority, or sacrifice should never excuse the absence of kindness and respect. Yet the idea of respecting children and valuing their emotions and individuality is still treated as insignificant in many societies.
It is almost like singing a lullaby to a child while, in the background, adding voices that will haunt them forever. Being a parent is undoubtedly difficult. It comes with the immense responsibility of caring for a family and carrying burdens that children may never fully understand. But does that responsibility have to come at the cost of a child’s hope, innocence, and peace of mind? Must growing up always mean watching a young mind slowly lose its softness under the weight of harsh words and emotional wounds?
Children are not really brought up by the parents' upbringing but by the surroundings they grew up in. Some children learn to read footsteps before they learn to read books. Raised voices no longer sound temporary to such children; they sound like danger. There is a bit of tenderness, yet there is pain and sourness. It feels nice to be home, but the regret runs back to heart immediately
The strangest part about such homes is that people still miss them. Not because they were peaceful, but because human beings often grow attached even to the places that hurt them.
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