The feeling of home,
is the father that protects you
and provides for you.
The mother that unconditionally loves you
and always guides you.
Maybe a sibling or two,
to make your day a little brighter,
and make you pull through.
The feeling of home,
is the home-cooked meal,
with your mother's secret ingredient
of love and compassion with abundant care.
The mischief you make knowing
your fathers got your back.
Maybe the daily banter with your siblings,
of which you keep track.
The feeling of home,
is complaining to your father,
when someone annoys you.
Crying to your mother,
when something hurts you.
Plotting revenge with you siblings,
when someone wrongs you.
The feeling of home,
is everything I don't know,
everything I miss
and everything that
I'll still envy tomorrow.
The feeling of love,
to me is a roof over my head,
clothes on my body
and books to communicate.
~Diandra Rebello
