A Perfect Home in My Eyes

There are billions of siblings in the world, God picked the perfect ones for me. There are billions of parents in the world, God picked the most caring ones for me. Home is where I can feel safe knowing that God picked the most perfect people I can be around Home is family. Laughter is the sound of love in my home. It's like a form of love. A peaceful feeling is what home is. Home isn't just a secure roof over my head, It’s a place made of memories, Capturing the cherished moments of life and how much it means to me. Memories can fade away, but home will always be there to remind me of the great accomplishments and memories made. A house is physical, but a home is eternal.