What Home Means to Me

In India, my home was very special to me because when I was 5 years old I fell down and my elbow got scraped. That gave me a mark that's permanent. My home has memories of my family as in that house I grew up in for 5 years. My brother used to tease me a lot. We should be thankful that we have a home to live in as some people don't have a home. When I am at home I feel safe because of my brother. He always has fun with me even though he makes me cry sometimes but he always protects me no matter what. Around 5 o'clock, I used to go outside to play with my friends in the park. I didn't need my parents to take me to the park because we lived in an apartment and it was a safe area to go outside and there were security guards. My parents have work in the mornings and at night they play games with me like Spellie, Contexto, Word of Wonder and now my brother goes to his hostel and I get bored at home but he sometimes comes home on the weekends. Our memories stay in our home forever because we stayed there for a long time. That's what home means to me and thank you for listening to me. I really appreciate your time. Namaste.