Home

Home is where I sing songs with my sister sitting at our old untuned piano, my fingers curling to the keys, as our angelic voices linger through the air. It’s where my dad’s hands stroke the strings of his guitar, as we all laugh and sing along. It’s where my back is stroked every night before bed, as the light creeps in from down the hall, with my mom’s voice singing our song. It’s where I cry in my moms arms, as I breathe in her scent. It’s where I grieve loved ones passing, as I sit with my family in silence. It’s where I soak in the sweet smell of dinner, as family and friends gather around the dining table. It’s where the most hard things in life happen, and the amazing things do too. It’s where we learn to grow strong in this world, just with a loving and helping hand. It’s where we learn to grow up, by facing the hardships of life, and the things that scare you. It’s where a little note on a table, or a photo in a picture frame can make you tear up. It’s where I see memories of dancing with my grandpa in the living room, with little me in pj’s waddling to “twinkle twinkle little star”, as my dad accompanies us on the guitar. It’s where I’m safe and loved. It’s where I took my first steps, as my sister held my tiny hands. It’s where my heart will always be, for always, forever. I hope that everyone will soon have a home like I do. And have people to love that will love them too.