Home

A house is not a home until it's filled with love. The memories, the laughter, the melodies, the chatter no matter the circumstance, you always matter. The memories could come from anywhere or anyone, that place is your home. Every home is different but the same, the blood is the walls, the kitchen is the lungs, the kidneys are the basement, the liver is the living room and the spleen is the dining room. These things are mostly the same but there is one thing that isn't the heart, the heart is the family who lives in harmony. These things make up a home. That is what home means to me.