Home is where the heart is. It is the best place to be; a place Where everything is taken cared of and provided for; where you believe that monsters live inside the closet or hide beneath your bed; where you hang christmas socks just in case Santa has presents for you; Where you learn that life's not always fair;

Where you learn that life's not always fair but it's worth living; Where you realize that monsters don't hide beneath your bed, just your trash and unwashed clothes; Where you can find the most comfortable comfort rooms; Where sleeping hours are pleasant despite roof leaks;where you quarrel with your siblings over television and telephone;where lonely and cold nights seem bearable; where you can eat edible food even if you no longer have money; where your younger siblings learn to walk, get braces, learn to dress well and bring home the new most important persons in their lives; where you grow old, have kids, and develop cellulites;Where you grow, live, learn, fall and learn again; where a lot of things both magical and miserable happen. Whatever size, shape, or form, there is no place like home.