My Home...

Home isn’t the place where my shoes sit by the door. It’s the place where I feel safe and makes me happy. Home isn’t a building, walls or our address on cards, it's the place where I’m enough, even on the days I feel like I’m not. Home is a picture album and each photo is like a new stage of life or adventure that will be a core memory forever. Love doesn’t disappear when you mess up. And home is where you belong not because you earned it, but because you’re loved. Home reminds me of family and memories. Me and my family’s relationship is like an infinity sign because we know we will stick together forever. Family is about the people who know you best and love me anyway. With them, I don’t have to pretend who I am. Because I know I’m understood. It’s not perfect, it's just the bond that will never break. When I’m with my family my heart becomes a firework because it explodes with love and laughter. What matters most is the feeling of being accepted and cared for, even on ordinary days. Home gives me warmth,strength and a sense of peace. It is happiness that feels real, gentle, and lasting. It’s where I rest, recharge, and where I feel hopeful. Home is the place I feel at ease. And it is found in small moments-familiar voices, shared laughter and the comfort of knowing I belong. It doesn’t need to be perfect to be meaningful. And even after hard days, it reminds you tomorrow can be better. It reminds me that I am never alone and always belong. No matter where I go or how much I grow, my family is my comfort, my strength, and my home. Home is where I belong.