Home.

A place to be.

A place just to rest.

A place to be yourself and cast off the person you think you should be, the expectations, the masks that are put in place to hide your true feelings.

Home.

Familiar faces, warm smiles, cuddles and kisses.

Taken for granted, daily tasks that somehow mean the world.

Home.

Welcome home runs and “Mummy’s here!”

The rhythm and hum of the everyday.

Home,

where my heart belongs.