Welcome to MyLight.House!!! Memories from the Lighthouse: When I was little, we lived in a house with a tall tower that had a big light on top. This wasn’t just any house; it was a lighthouse, and my dad was the one who kept the light shining bright. Every night, that light would spin around and around, like a hug wrapping up the whole sea. That lighthouse was more than a tower. It was where I played tag with the seagulls and danced in the sea breeze. My dad would say, "The light helps the ships find their way home," and I felt proud knowing my dad was helping people. Inside, our house always smelled like cookies and felt cozy, especially when the wind howled like a wolf outside. Dad would tell stories about the sea, and I’d listen, wide-eyed, snuggled up against him. Mom’s laughter would fill the room, just like the light filled the night. I had a special spot by the window where I’d draw pictures or read books. Sometimes, I’d look out at the big, blue ocean and wave at the boats, wondering about the places they’d been. The best days were when Dad would take me up to the very top of the lighthouse. We’d look out really far, and he’d say, "Everything the light touches is part of our story." Even though I’m not a little kid anymore, and I don’t live in the lighthouse now, I still remember how safe and loved I felt there. It’s like the beam from the lighthouse is a cozy blanket that still keeps me warm. And even now, when I see a lighthouse or a bright star, I think of Dad and smile, feeling right at home.