What Home Means to Me

To me, home is not just a house, it is a place where you feel safe and happy. A home does not have to be a house, it can be an apartment too. A home is not a place on the map, your home is in your heart always. Home is a place you can make memories and special moments together as a family. You can invite your friends over, or go to your room if you don’t want to talk, you can jump on the bed. That's what I do. I love seeing my cousins, grandma, grandpa, aunt and uncle or them all together. I love hearing the birds in the morning. I just love my home. You can have your favorite meal on the weekend. I love playing in the yard with my dad and mom and my sister. I love living so close to my friend because we have a lot of play dates and see each other at the park and at the zoo. I love going to her house. It's just so much fun. It is just an amazing place to be and I love it. I think everyone should have a happy home with their family. I remember I loved playing in the yard with my mom, dad and sister. We have so much fun together. We would play tennis and if I would keep winning, my sister would begin yelling, those were my favorite days. In conclusion, I love my home and maybe you will have a home to love too and that is what home means to me. I think that everyone deserves a home but not everyone gets to have one. I love my home and I think if every person in need had a house, they would love it too.