What home means to me.

I used to think home was just a word. Home is where no memories get blurred. I hope that I am heard. When I say home is not a word. Home to me is cuddling up in a warm quilt. Home is not a place that’s built. Home is filled with love and care. Home is where there is love to share. Home should be where you make memories. Home is where love would travel for centuries. Home is where the deepest emotions are felt. Home is where all the stress, pain, and bad things just melt. And that's what home means to me.