I remember as a young kid I'd always run up my grandmas drive way, open the door and run up the few stairs to see my grandma there to greet me. There I felt safe, there I felt loved. Many of you would feel like this coming home after school, for me it was when I went to my grandmas. For that was where I felt was home.
Its years later and I have a daughter of my own. When I pick her up from daycare after a day of work I run across the street, hurry up the steps to open the door and see my daughters face lit up when she sees me. I run just like I did when I was kid, I cannot wait to see her precious face, knowing she smiles just because I am there. For I am her home and she is mine.