As a child, I grew up in a city

where my father worked, and I

always looked forward to
visiting my home country
during holidays and special
occasions. However, every visit
amazed me with its magnificent
natural landmarks and pure air,
which I never grew tired of. In
addition, I enjoyed the warm
atmosphere with my relatives
every time I visited. Thankfully,
my parents' best decision was
to move us to our home
country nine years ago. Since
then, life here is refreshing, and
every day has a unique flavor.
For instance, the colors of the
sky decorated by the sun and
clouds like cotton candy always
put a smile on my face.
Furthermore, the leaves of the
trees sway with the breeze,
creating a painting that fails to
bore me. Thus, ultimately, a
person living in a country that is
not their homeland is like a fish
without water, leading a life
devoid of the joys and comforts
of home.