Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.

In the room, I feel my father and mother, my sister and my brothers. The joy we had is no lesser for having ended in horror. It is not gone, as I thought it was. It is here. In these moments that are larger than the world itself. They were alive. They lived. They were loved.

Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark

Tu casa no es el lugar del que procedes, es donde encuentras luz cuando todo lo demás está oscuro