Home is where we gather.

There once was a story of a girl with an over abundance of laughter and joy. A smile from ear to ear, a book might be in her hand, and a little spunk there under her nose. Somewhere past those days her heart was re-examined. Her peace was shaken up a bit. Her hope was found within a prayer but there was a big hole that had once been filled with a mysterious ounce of love that was... fake? Some might look at this story, thinking that poor girl. She looks at this story thinking that poor dad.