To me, home was never a place.It was a feeling. It was the way the people I loved said my name. It was the sound of my mother’s footsteps and the roar of my father’s laughter. It was the taste of love and the drone of acceptance. It was the glare of mercy and the echo of forgiveness. It was shelter. It was fulfillment. It was love.

 

What does home mean to you?
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