My home is wherever you happen to be

Something about a mother’s love that I picked up from the local newspaper and wanted to share:

After nine months, my mother came for a short visit to Malmo, to see me, her daughter. The meaning of home for her too is fluid. I tell her that I want to make the best of our time together and take her to see the beautiful sites in Malmo. “Where should we go?” She asks. “I have come to see you. My home is wherever you happen to be.”

PARVIN ARDALAN

You can read the whole article here: http://www.sydsvenskan.se/kultur-och-nojen/article1208306/In-English-Home-is-where-the-Heart-is.html