What does home mean to you?
She’s not one for overly emotional speeches. Long thought out words passioned for what she wants. So the answer should be simple.
If you’d asked her ten years ago, she’d have laughed. Home was a place where parents kept you safe, tucked you in at night and kissed away the nightmares on tear stained cheeks.
She’d never truly had a home, had she?
If you’d asked her five years ago, it would be the small life she’d built with Santino. Odd jobs for rent money, the two of them in a small apartment trying to survive the city that was verona.
And now? She’s realized through the loss and pain and gaining a family she calls hers that home doesn’t have to be a PLACE at all. In fact..
“Home is wherever the people I love are. It’s not a place to sleep, or where I spend my time. It’s knowing at the end of the day I can go somewhere and find someone who has my back, no matter the outcome. Home for me is trust, understanding. Caring. The physical sense of home doesn’t mean shit to me. But the people? They’re the only home I need. Cheesy as fuck, right?”