Home, A Person

"Will you pray for me?" 

What exactly do you want me to pray for you?

"That i always have someone to return home to, every night when everyone return to their home"

I will pray for you.

Some prayers are not for success, not for health, not for wealth. Some prayers are just for belonging. For that one light left on at night. For a voice asking if you’ve eaten. For footsteps waiting for yours.

There are people who walk through crowded streets, return to silent rooms, and lie down in beds that hold their body but never their tiredness. They perform well, smile enough, and speak just the right amount, yet the loudest part of their life is their loneliness when night falls.

To pray for someone to always have someone to return to is to pray for their soul to find softness. To pray that their exhaustion doesn’t meet emptiness. That after all the noise, there is still a quiet corner filled with warmth, a person, a presence, a heartbeat that feels like home.

8 billion people, 8 billion dreams. My dream is to have a home of my own, A place to return to whenever the world feels harsh, A home that will embrace me for who i am.