Home

Home. The foundation is built out of love. The walls are built out of memories. Home. The roof is built out of safety. Home. Home is my family laughing and playing and something to come back to. The sweetness and kindness reside there. Home is mom’s warm hugs on a cold winter’s day. Home is my sister’s pitter, patter of footsteps. Home is my dad calling me Kitty Cat and my brother helping me with my game. Home. A fiery warmth that can never be put out. Something always taking you in and dissolving sadness. Home. My dog licking me as I pet her. Home. My cat waking me up at 2:00 am. My brother making me laugh. My sister chasing my cat. I wouldn’t trade this place for anything. Home. The place we all know.