It is our home. What's ours is ours, and it should be that way.

Our home meant everything to us.

It looks like a loose rock that is blacker and rougher than the material of Home Plate and so we wanted to spend some time checking that out.

Everything is gone. And it's not so much the material things. It's just ... that's home.

He can kind of be a little bit gone, but he can come home, too. I'm not ready to let him go all the way, but that's me, I'm the mom.

We will try to register a victory over Hong Kong availing the home condition.