The cracked wall corner that reminds you of moving the sofa in.
The exposed drywall tape of that closet you added, but haven’t yet finished.
The tears from the all the arguments about money and clashing parenting styles that soaked into the aura of the bedroom.
The pink glitter glue stain on the living room carpet from that crafty 6-year-old princess.
The old tarnished sugar spoon that sits in the sugar bowl that your grandmother gave you and you can’t part with it.
The monopoly game in the cupboard that has missing pieces, but can still be played with a bit lesser people.
The lived in, broken, loved hard, and protected harder.
Home.
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