Home

Home I don’t care if it’s under a bridge or under a roof. All that matters to me is that when you walk in, you feel the love in the air. For me when I walk into my house I smell blood, sweat and tears, from my parents either in the house cooking delicious foods, or at there desks slaving away on there computers, to make sure I have everything I would ever need. All I’m saying is that no matter if you have 1 parent or 4, they will always be there for you.