Where Home Lives
Home is not only walls.
It is my mother's voice calling my name.
It is my father's silent sacrifices.
It is the smell of food after a long day.
It is laughter that survives hard times.
It is the chair that never changes.
The old roof still remembers our childhood.
The floor knows every barefoot dream.
Sometimes we leave home.
But home never leaves us.
It waits with open arms.
It forgives our absence.
It celebrates our return.
Love lives there without conditions.
Even when the money is small,
the prayers are always big.
Family is the first place
where broken hearts
learn how to beat again.
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