The Place We Belong

There is a difference between home and house. It all starts as a firm foundation with walls and a ceiling. As it starts to become more, we turn it into our home, the place where we belong. The place we can roam around without a worry in the world, the place where we can be free and where our families make us feel welcome. When mom or dad makes their famous home cooked meals. That smells like fresh buttered toast. But we can’t forget how they curl us in their arms and give us a kiss goodnight. Where they give us shelter on a night so cold with the roar of thunder that is followed with a bolt of lightning. But we don’t have to worry because they have us in their arms squeezing tight. The plain walls turn into pictures we cherish and memories we hold. Never forget the place you belong.