Home is a place where there’s plenty of laughter, smiles and hugs. Where my family and I can feel safe and secure. It’s a place where I can share my happiness as well as my sadness. Where you can help each other as a
family. It does not matter how big or small your home is, what matters is the love it holds. It’s where you feel warm, a place to make memories, see your children grow up and a place where you can grow old. In my life, I have been blessed to experience different places in which I call home. For instance, my parent’s house where I grew up. I remember the smells coming out of my mother's kitchen and the loving smile she would give me when she saw me. When I am there, I feel safe and I feel like a child again.
My apartment building where I grew up (second one to the right) |
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