Home is a Place

Home. The place that people go for comfort. Where people go for love… But a home for me isn’t just that. A home is where my family is. Where we cook, eat and where I can make my favorite dish. A home is where I can be safe and sound. Where my calm place is found. Home is where me and my family watch movies and shows. Where every time we talk our love grows. Home is a place of trust. A trusting place to stay, not a single hint of lust. Home is where my family goes. When one of us comes home, everyone knows. Home is a zone, where kindness is placed. There’s always a different kind of kindness, with different tastes. Where there’s always play fights, over who won. Home is where art is made. Where when me and my father make arts, that never fades. I’m afraid that’s all that I can say. But my words shall continue, farther in the days.