A Building Made of Love and Hope

Home is where you can be yourself, where no one judges you, instead, the people you love understand you. When I feel alone or out of control, a warm motherly embrace fixes it all. When I walk through the door of my home, I feel the weight gently lifted off my shoulders; it’s as if someone blew away a harsh winter storm. Home is a warm blanket that wraps around me when I am feeling cold. Home is where bad thoughts decrease, and good, unforgettable memories increase. Home can’t be described through thousands of words or hundreds of pictures. If you are hurt, at home is where you can grow, where your wounds heal, and scratches disappear. Home isn’t a building or a wall; it is a shield built with love and hope. Your home is the only place where you will always be loved.