What Home Is

I walk through the door and put my bag down and the second I do my little dog greats me with a high-pitched bark, I go to unpack and my mom gives me a hug since she sees that I’m not happy. I head upstairs to play with my sisters and soon my dad comes home and we all sit down to eat, when we’re waiting for my sister to finish, we talk and joke around. After supper I go to bed. And that is what home is to me. Having someone to welcome you when you come home, someone to cheer you up and make sure you’re okay, someone to hang out with who knows all your secrets and someone to share a laugh or smile with. But home isn’t just about having people be there for you, it’s also a place that holds memories, makes you happy, makes you feel safe, and is a place where you can be yourself.