I Hope We Built a Gentle Home

I hope our home is gentle. Not perfect. Not always tidy. Just gentle. I hope people can make mistakes without the whole room changing temperature. I hope children, if we have them, know they can tell the truth. I hope love is spoken, not assumed. I am writing this because I know how easily people repeat what they survived. Please keep choosing something different. Apologize quickly. Listen fully. Do not use silence as punishment. Let the house be a place where no one has to guess whether they belong.