My Meaning of Home

If I left, I wouldn't be left behind. My mother and my father would be so sad they would rather leave with me. Along with them is a bag of memories, down memory lane. My mothers koekjes (cookies in dutch) and the barn game with the little kitties. I will miss my cat as he was acting like a rat. This is my meaning of being home, but with no gnomes! I love my family and while I write this, gravity takes over humanity before our eyes. Our Love makes the outer and inner selves bright. <3 :)