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#HiMother going home is one of the moments that always makes you miss it. The strong aroma of robusta coffee, mixed with the aroma of fried food and perfume, collides with the smell of iron and train smoke. It's a unique aroma that always reminds me of my hometown.
When I returned home to Gresik, East Java, I was with my husband and our two children. In the midst of the crowd, I saw faces that were missed. My eyes filled with tears when I saw Mother and Father waving from a distance.
I spontaneously shouted for Mom and Dad, while running towards them. With a big smile, Mother shouted my name, and that of her two grandchildren, Rara and Ari. I immediately hugged my parents.
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“I really miss Mom and Dad,” I said.
“We missed you too,” said Mother.
Grandma's house full of childhood memories welcomed us. With a distinctive aroma, the aroma of old wood, camphor, and Grandma's traditional cooking, which evokes nostalgia for a beautiful childhood.
I still remember playing in the spacious yard, listening to Grandma's stories which were always full of meaning, and enjoying the delicious food that her children and grandchildren always awaited.
As usual, this time I shouted for Grandma when I entered the yard. Grandma who was sitting on the terrace immediately stood up and greeted me with a warm hug. Grandma's voice now sounded shaky.
“Grandma misses you. Come on in, Grandma has cooked a lot of food for you,” said Grandma, making me impatient to taste the dishes.
Laughter and joy filled the atmosphere when the extended family chatted together. Cousins who rarely see each other hug and exchange stories. Mother and I were busy in the kitchen preparing Eid dishes, while my husband and uncles gathered in the living room.
Childhood stories
I asked my daughter, Rara, about Grandma who was once lost in the forest. Rara still remembers it and is very enthusiastic about asking to tell it again. Grandma sat in a rocking chair, accompanied by her children, while telling us funny stories from our childhood.
Grandma told me, I used to love playing in the rice fields. One day, I slipped and fell into the mud. My clothes were dirty and my face was full of mud. Everyone laughed at the story which had been repeated for the umpteenth time.
“Aaah, Grandma, don't tell me that again. I'm embarrassed!” I said with a red face.
The next day, we took the children on an adventure to the village. Views of green rice fields, clear rivers and fresh air are a remedy for tiredness from the busy city life. We played in the rice fields, caught fish, and enjoyed the peaceful rural atmosphere.
While playing in the rice fields, Rara slipped and fell into the mud. Dirty clothes and a face full of mud, just like me when I was little! I spontaneously screamed, but Ari just laughed. He said, Rara became a mud child. Ha ha haaa…
Apart from that, the most touching moment that makes you nostalgic is when you pray Eid al-Fitr at the mosque with your family. The atmosphere of the old mosque in our hometown is very solemn and full of family. Prayers are offered with great hope.
Yes, going home is not just about a physical journey, but a journey of the heart, picking up memories, and knitting affection with your beloved family. The melody of longing and laughter on the journey becomes a beautiful symphony in our lives.
-Mother A, Gresik-
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