Home is inexplicable, word defying and mesmerizing! It has a multitude of meanings - something different for everyone. Home for some is comfort, happiness, and contentment, whereas home for others is a, smells like a cake in the oven, fresh cookies, or for some like me home is a feeling, one that I get when I am with the little boy with the bright eyes.
Aryan Roopnaraine is that little boy, he was born on January 29th, 2014 with lush black hair and mesmerizing eyes. His laughter, his smiles, his artistic masterpieces on the walls and the Lego covered floors are just some of the characteristics of my home. He is my home and while this concept is mind-boggling, it is my reality.
I am 29 years old and I have lived in Guyana for most of them,
Aryan Roopnaraine is that little boy, he was born on January 29th, 2014 with lush black hair and mesmerizing eyes. His laughter, his smiles, his artistic masterpieces on the walls and the Lego covered floors are just some of the characteristics of my home. He is my home and while this concept is mind-boggling, it is my reality.
I am 29 years old and I have lived in Guyana for most of them,