My Home

Home is not just walls and a roof; it’s the place where there’s heart. Where every corner is familiar. Where they await me, where I belong. Home is the laughter of loved ones; the warmth embraces of friends. Where each day is like a new light, where the traces of past years are kept. Home is the smell of fresh dishes, where they love, remember, believe and wait. Where you can be yourself, where peace and happiness are at hand. Home is my quiet, bright haven, where life’s storms are not frightening. Where every mom has lived. Where my dreams are always clear. Home is the beginning of all roads, the starting and ending point. Where every step is a confident circle.