A FIVE MINUTE WRITE "SAFETY FIRST"

The rain fell in steady drops, tapping against the rusted tin roof as anastasia stepped into his grandmother’s house. The familiar scent of firewood and dried herbs wrapped around him like a warm embrace. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. You look tired my son Grandma said, her voice gentle as she stirred a pot of soup over the Anastasia nodded, sinking into the old wooden chair. The world feels heavy, Mama. Everywhere I turn, there’s noise, pressure no rest. Grandma chuckled softly, setting a steaming bowl before him. That’s because you’re looking for rest in the wrong places He frowned, blowing gently on the hot soup. “But this House it’s the only place I feel safe. She sat across from him, folding her hands. That’s because peace isn’t just about walls, my child. It’s about what fills the space. Love, faith, the presence of God Even if this house were gone, you’d still find rest if you carry those things with you. Anastasia stared into the flickering lantern, her words settling deep in his heart. Maybe safety wasn’t just a place it was something he could carry within him. Outside the storm raged on, but inside, wrapped in warmth and quiet faith, he had found his safe place.