My Sweet Home

A home is not just built with bricks and stones. It's a place where memories are sewn. A home has laughter in the air, the scent of comfort everywhere. It's where you're seen, and where you're known. In every meal made with love, the aromas fill the kitchen above. A warm hug I feel embraced, it brings a smile upon my face. A place to grow, from small steps of little feet, to decide what's the next new feat. A haven from the world outside, where dreams are built and will rise. A place where tears may fall, but will still stand up tall. A home is not just a place, but recognized more than a face.