A special place called home!

To me, home isn’t just a building in the neighborhood. Ok, maybe it is, but it means so much more than what it just is. Home is where I feel safe and nothing would happen as long as my family protects me, and as long as I protect myself. To other people, home is just a random building, but it’s way more than that. Home is a place where I feel like nobody will judge me if I do something wrong. If I do something wrong, I will get in trouble, but no one can judge me (except maybe my siblings). Judging in my home just doesn’t feel right. Home is also where I feel like I’m supported. A lot of the time, I feel down, especially if I’m playing a sport and start to lose courage. But my family is always there to support and cheer me on. I always get my courage back and continue playing. Home is especially where I always feel loved. I know I’m loved because my family always makes time for me even when they are so busy. My parents always give me hugs and kisses, those which I have been always wanting from them. It makes me feel very special and loved. I hope everyone finds their own special place to call home, because my home is my special place that nobody else can call home.