Sometimes I wonder when I will go home and then im reminded that what I think about isnt there . And it hurts and its hard . I want to come home like any other day and it all to be like it was . I miss the smell and the feel , the spring breeze throught the kitchen . I miss it all so much .
my mom was carrying her ipad and a piece of pizza but she stumbled and dropped her ipad on the floor but held tight to her pizza and i’m so glad i know where my priorities come from