Those people that make such a dark, soul-sucking place feel like home, are those you always want to keep around. In the visitation room, with multiple families, officers watching your every move, it felt like home playing games with my dad. It was not a Thanksgiving feast, but we had lots of junk food (which is a Thanksgiving feast for us), played lots of games (which my dad likes to cheat), and just have good conversation. It felt weird how it was so normal. If you have the right person, anywhere could feel like home.
