This room is stained in some way with a constant reminder of loneliness. while in the same exact place, a few short months later, I feel at home. I feel at peace, the kind that makes those bad memory’s feel not so bad after all. I prayed for this. Long hard hours, sometimes i would stay up till the sunlight broke through the window or my eyes finally refused to stay open. I prayed for my family, and now I’m laying next to you and mommy.