Home is a place of love and comfort that always welcomes you with open arms and perhaps a plate of freshly baked cookies.
Every room in my parents’ home is filled with memories: the dining room where we ate holiday meals, crammed around a table too small for the crowd, and the kitchen where my brother once cut off one of my braids. As my brothers and I prepare to sell our childhood home, we are filled with recollections of wonderful times. Although we won’t physically have the house much longer, we will always have the love that came from within its walls.