My Home

A home is built with love, no matter who made it. To me, a home is somewhere where I can feel happy, safe, loved, where I can have my pets, family, dreams, live, more than just a building. A pot that’s fallen, cracked and broken, mended with a lacquer golden, proving the pieces, roughly broken, are stronger than a newly holden. Where I am more loved than I’ll ever know, Beautiful, Clothes, food, help when I need it, special. And no matter how much we write, it still matters.