Home is us

Home is alive. The life that never dies. Home has eyes that see me grow. When the weather changed to sun and snow. Home is where my own story starts. A story with happy and sad parts. Home is the meals mom cooks. Dad’s old crusty books. Home is a part of our family tree; The biggest family tree you can see! At the end of all; Home is the place I’m myself. Home is a place I’m alive. Home is me; Home is us.