The day

As I was in the Navy blue truck, feeling anxious and excited.
Going to the place I call home.
We arrive to the place my home.
I climb up the wooden steps with my bag of everything I owned.
I open the door filling i excited.
I see my mother, the person who adopted me.
She sees me and embrace me, so with love in that moment, I knew everything was going to be OK.
Everything I went through was for this.
For the place I call home.
For a place where I feel safe.
For family of my own.
For a place where I could embrace the love and care that I urned for.
The place where I could be myself or it’s OK to make mistakes.
The place I call home.