I’m half my mother’s rib cage. I reach towards blooming roses because I deserve to show myself love too. I’m half my father’s heart. I take rays from the sun and make a collage in the sky because the sad parts of me can shed light too. All these things build a home- I hold it close along with the key and worship in it like it’s holy. I want to hold my parents hands at the age of twenty one years old and tell how one day they’ll create something fierce. Everything will be okay in the end, and even though there’s a sad ending, it’s still beautiful because of them. I’d say thank you and tell them how the sunlight waters my rose garden and I think of them when I’m feeling sad.