What Home Means To Me

A home is not just a place where you live. It is not just a building, either. It is a place filled with memory, good and even bad. We are all lucky to be together in a home, filled with kindness, gentleness, and lots of love. Despite all the fights we have had, we are still happy, and even though sometimes we are also mad. To me, home is always here, in your family. Not in a house, but your loved ones, in reality. They are always there for you, no matter what. We should all be grateful for what we have, for some people do not have clean water, a roof over their head. Everybody deserves a home, they should not have to stay out in the blistering cold, every time the sun dims. They should be safe and happy, instead of chilly and alone. Whether your home is big or small, large, or tall, it is still a home, a place for all. We can help by just donating food and clothes, just a slight change! Home is also full of comfort and peace Home is a safe place for me and will never change. Home is a place where there is no judgement, no matter what happens, home is a place where I can be me. Home is not just a place for humans like us. It could be animals too! For instance, the buzzing of a hive, home is where everything thrives, for home is where it all began. I learned to walk, and I learned to laugh. I learn to cry but I am still me, and forever will be. Even a minor change is a change, and altogether, we can make a tremendous change.