Where there is a mother, there is home. What is home?

Where there is a mother, there is home. What is home? I think "home" and "people" are inseparable, and "home" composed of "home" and "people" is the real home. A place without a family can never be called a real home. Now, I am a newly graduated student. I go to work alone in other places, rent a room, come back from work every day, cook, take a shower, clean up, then lie in bed and play with my mobile phone, then go to bed and go to work early the next morning. The general feeling is that this is like a temporary stop, giving me a temporary rest place. But there is always no sense of belonging at home. Sometimes I think of my mother when I have insomnia at night, and I miss my mother's braised pork. Sometimes I feel that my mother's "wordiness" is also a luxury. It is not enough to listen to my mother's "disgusting words" when I am not at home. It is really a person who knows the importance of mother when he is in a foreign country. If you are hungry, my mother will cook dinner and wait for you to come back. Mom will give you an umbrella when it rains, and she will tell you to put on more clothes when it is cold. Sometimes I think of my father. He is always serious, but the white hair on his temples is so obvious. He always pretends to be strong with a serious expression. But I didn't know he made me feel bad. I miss my father and his inculcation. I think my father had tears in his eyes when he hit me. I miss my brother too. Although he is always against me, he is still on my side at the critical moment. I think the place where they live is home.