Home

Home… it’s not just walls or a roof. It’s the place where my heart finally feels safe, where I can drop all the masks and scream, cry, laugh, all at once. Home is my mom’s voice calling me “baby” when I mess up again; It’s my dad’s hands on my shoulder saying don't give up; It’s my uncle Bode cheering even when I fail; It’s the hugs that fix the broken pieces I didn’t know were broken. It's the nights I cried alone, and someone came in anyway – just to sit with me and whisper, "You're okay. I’m here.” Sometimes home smells like warm food and rain. Sometimes it smells like old books and quiet. Sometimes it’s just the air in my room; But somehow it holds m, Even when the world won’t, Even when my own mind won’t. Home is where I do my “Unstoppable Kasi Move,” And people laugh – not at me, but with me. Home forgives when I can't forgive myself, Home waits when I can't wait for myself. It’s where I pray and sometimes yell at God, Asking why the world hurts so much, And then cry because I remember I’m loved, Even when I feel alone, Even when I feel rejected. Home teaches me compassion For others and myself, And makes me see the beauty in small things— Like a smile, a hug, a shared meal, And the quiet moments when no one else is watching. So I carry home in my chest, In my prayers, In my moves, In my laugh, In my tears. Home is me. Home is love. Home is everything. And even when I leave, I carry it Like a fire That never stops burning. And I am grateful For every single spark. That's what home means to me!