Home, My Home

Home is sleepovers every week, with my cousin who lives down the street. Home is Saturday trips to the temple, it's a weekly routine, I would say. Home is Sunday cleanups, they’re the best, we’re having fun while cleaning the mess. Home is summer days in the sun just playing around, because it's fun. Home is like a book you never know what happens next. Home is as cozy as a blanket on a cold winter night. Home is a garden where love is planted, and memories bloom. Home is not home without me and my family. That is Home, my Home. Pratishtha