Home

My home is full of love. My home is full of life. My home is full of laughter. When I open the door I walk into my home of memories, mistakes, and punishments. I feel loved, accepted, and achieved. My home is where I leaned to walk, where I fell so many times and learn a lesson or two every mistake I make. Home is not just four walls and a roof it`s full of memories, mistakes, and punishments, acceptance, dreams, and always love. The end