Home

My home. I love it so much. It’s not the things you can touch. Family, love, and pride. These are the reasons that we don’t have to hide. In the cozy air, I can smell dinner being made with care. Home is a familiar face, with memories that I could never replace. Not necessarily four walls of my home, it’s a place where I feel encouraged and never alone. Home is a place where I get to be most like me. It’s a place of love, warmth, and acceptance, can’t you see?