truly feels like home

will

i was told as a child that home wasnt just a place to lay my foundation.
home was the place where i could tend to my injuries with carefree,
be myself and only myself,
clean my room and do my chores,
lay on the couch with my legs spread as far as i could muster,
practice my 'please' and 'thank you's before using them infront of my grandmother,
where she would then proceed to shower me in kisses and give me a cookie for my manners.
love those who have earned my love,
and feel as safe as being wrapped in the cosiness of my mothers embrace.

and boy,
do i miss when those words would convince me to love this household.