What home means to me

Home isn’t about the roofs above, but is what brings unconditional love. The roof may start to break and the paint will fade, but that doesn't take away the memories we made. A place where my heart feels so light, warm and toasty to rest at night. Friends and family will be there to stay, laughter and joy everyday. A giggle will escape my throat through the air, leading me away from despair. Yes we had argues and cry, but we will always make up under the sky. We comfort each other when the others in pain, throughout the sunny days and rain, Home is not about the walls,bricks or floors I see but is the cherishable memories made for you and me It doesn't have to have a special design. because my friends and family are worth millions and divine. Even if life gets challenging and takes it course, my home will always be open to be my source. An inviting home with a welcoming embrace, laughter and joy from a belonging place. Where our hearts aline and our souls, a place I can say where I feel whole. With friends and family being so near, That there is no need to be afraid or have fear. Where I don't have to change who you are, because my family will always think of me as a star.