When people ask me, “What reminds you of home?” the first image that comes to mind is my grandparents’ little house. That tiny porch under the big linden tree, the smell of apricot jam, children’s laughter, and grandmother’s warm hands — that’s the coziest, most loving home I’ve ever known. This scene is my way of hugging those childhood days forever.

When people ask me, “What reminds you of home?” the first image that comes to mind is my grandparents’ little house. That tiny porch under the big linden tree, the smell of apricot jam, children’s laughter, and grandmother’s warm hands — that’s the coziest, most loving home I’ve ever known. This scene is my way of hugging those childhood days forever.