A Home Isn’t Just a Place

A home is somewhere where there is no judgment at all, somewhere you can be yourself instead of lying about your personality. The place that I like to be in is a place where bad people aren’t there. The reason is because in that safe place nobody judges me for who I am, and I can be myself instead of pretending. I feel safe in that place because everyone is kind instead of mean and judgmental. Even if my personality is a tiny bit weird at least I have one. But anyway, to me a home is no judgments and a place where you feel safe and people are kind. It feels like happiness, it smells like the Frosted Flakes I eat, it tastes like Frosted Flakes, I can hear people having fun without mean people, and I can see happiness So basically, a home isn’t a place it’s a feeling that makes you feel safe and respected for who you are