What Home Means To Me

This home. This home. This is my home. It’s where I go to cry. It’s also where I go to laugh and play even when things are dry. When I’m bad it makes me sad but in the end, we all apologize. My home is where no one is judged, not for shape or size. At home we share our feelings, things, and toys. At night sometimes I dream and wish that everyone else had a home like mine where people can share memories and create one of their own.