Home isn’t just walls or a roof above my head

,It’s the laughter we share and the words left unsaid.It’s the comfort I find when the world feels unfair,

The steady reminder that someone is there.

Home is the warmth in my sister’s embrace,

The safe little haven nothing can erase.

She’s the chaos, the banter, the playful storm,

Yet the safest place where my heart feels warm.

When distance arrives or the nights feel long,

Her voice is the anchor that keeps me strong.

So when I’m asked where my true home will be,

The answer is simple, it lives in she.

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