The Meaning of Home
I’m on my way home, the thick wet raindrops bounce off my face sending shivers down my spine. Home, I think to myself. I would love to be home. With my mother, father, brothers dog all sitting by the fireplace using the heat to warm the icy cage that surrounds me.
Home, a place for love, for fun, somewhere we can rest, a place to express ourselves and not be judged. I reach home, I ring the doorbell as it echoes through the house. Mother opens the door, she hugs me and a rush of warmth surrounds my body. At home I feel safe, like nothing can hurt me. The one place where the word “hate” is banned. My home is so very kind that love overpowers everything. I walk throughout my home and realize how special home really is