Home

My home is not just a place. It is where my mom, my grandma, my grandma, my sister, and I make memories. It is movies and popcorn with my mom snuggled on the couch on a Friday night. It is sleepover forts on bunk beds with my sister. It is celebrating Lily’s birthday with special cookies. And worrying when she ate the entire box of granola bars. It is learning how to loom with my grandma. It is staying up late and making hats. It is playing with Wednesday, even though she is getting chunky. And getting cuddles with Louie. It is knowing that I am loved. Exactly as I am.