Entry 3: Describe the place where you felt the happiest.

The place I felt the happiest was in their arms. It was like a home that I never wanted to leave. But at some point you have to leave home, sometimes it hurts to leave but sometimes its for the best. Sometimes home can become hurtful and lethal like a ticking time bomb you never know when it’s going to explode. Their arms were a home I wish I could always stay with and never grow up in because I felt so safe. Until one day when those were the same arms waving and blaming me for every little mistake. Until the day where I felt safe in their arms only when needed. Only when I needed the reassurance. Never when they needed it. Never when they needed the reassurance they were’t failing as parents. Never when they needed that perfect hug on a terrible cloudy day. Never when they were happy. The place I felt happiest was never in their hearts but in their arms.