Home

As I looked into his eyes, he asked me "what's your dream". I winked at him and said "I want to be your home". He laughed at me "hahaha baby, you are so old school" and left. I stood up and waved at him, he didn't see.

Home where a man is comfortable, where he is himself, where he can let his inner child go loose, where no one judge him, where all his most precious memories are kept and where he is loved, cared and happy. Home a feeling so pure, so soothing. Home who treat you the same whether you return after a long journey or you never leave.

Yes hun, I will be your home.

Jeyaisha John