What Home Means to Me

To me home isn’t just walls and a roof it’s my comfort zone ,it’s where I can express all my feelings,without judgement, I can feel sad, angry, scared, and joyous.It’s where I get non-stop love from all my family members,my mom, my dad, my brothers.It’s where I get comfort from all sorts of things like my family, my bed, my stuffies, my robe, my blanket.it’s where my problems drift away, and if not i talk about them.It’s my storage of memories, the happy ones, the sad ones, the silly ones, and even the bad ones.All the memories That me and my family made my home,when combined, make it a big picture book.My home is like a personal movie theater.Me and my family all snuggle up and watch a movie together, we laugh, we watch, we eat, we ask, we guess,although, sometimes my brothers get annoyed when I guess or ask questions,but they still love me!home is my happy place,that has a reserved spot in my heart only for it.This is what home means to me.