Meaning of Home

To me home is peace, trust, quietness, and chaos . The peace in my home is when I’m laying on my bed, 10pm lights off, comfy pillow below my head. So many worries fill my head but then I remember a technique, breathing in for four seconds, holding for four seconds and exhaling for four seconds, that calms me down enough so that I can slowly drift off into my dream. The trust is when I put trust in my sister to not snitch on me for doing something bad. She can also put trust in me when she does something bad that I won’t go and tell on her. The quietness is when I’m home alone and can only hear the birds chirping or the fridge making creaks and cracks. Quietness is when I’m waking up I’m the morning from my mom or dads soft voice, they get me up and then give me a hug for a minute in pure silenceness. The chaos is when I’m at the dinner table it fills with chatter and laughter about our days, how good the food is and some funny things that happened in the day. The chaos is when everyone is rushing out the door for activities, the chaos is when we rush back for forgetting something. But with all that chaos and all the quietness and all that peace and all that trust…..there’s a home.