My ideal home has just the right amount of space for the people who live in it. It is not too large. There are no rooms I don’t visit for weeks. It is also not too small. People are not forced to share bedrooms. In my ideal home, there is food for everyone three times a day. It has electricity and clean drinking water. There is also hot water in the kitchen and bathrooms. In my ideal home, there is silence and peace at night. This allows us to rest. Throughout the day, there is a calm and safe atmosphere. In my ideal home, my neighbors are cultured and interesting people, and their pets are not a headache. In my ideal home, every corner is cozy, and the people who live there coexist in harmony, happiness, and love.

The ideal home doesn’t exist—the ideal home is made by the people who live under the same roof. It begins with the blessing and fortune of having a place to return to each day. We’re welcomed with a loving embrace and a warm meal. We also have the comfort of knowing we are safe and sound.

Home is the place where someone waits for us every day as the sun goes down.