Home

Every time I step in my home, I know what awaits. I feel happy and it never fades. My house is not only my house, it's a home. The first time I stepped in, it felt funny. I did not get used to it. Every time night came, I felt confused about not knowing where my room was. Not long after that, my grandma came. For a reason I still don't know, it felt more like home. Every time I saw her I knew my way. Grandma made it my home. Sometimes a tour around a new place is not what you need to feel at home, it's someone.