Beautiful, Messy Home
In my home I can be
me.
Messy, imperfect, beautiful me.
In my home I can
laugh,
cry,
scream,
sing.
And I know my family will still love me.
My family makes my house a home.
Without them, all I would have
is a house made of
cement,
plastic,
and wood.
But with them, my home is
love,
security,
and kindness.
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