The Meaning of Home

Everyone has different homes, I am not talking about people's houses, I am talking about their Home. A house and a home are completely different things. My house is a place where I eat my food, where my bedroom is, a place to come back to after school. My home is where I am dearly cared about. It is where my family helps me, cares about me and it is where my animal lives and is cared for. My home once, just a few bricks, now a paradise for me and my family. My family is my home because they keep me company and make me feel happy and safe when I am upset, and make my day better. My piano, every note I play, plays a different note. My piano is my home because my piano makes me feel free, and happy and I just feel special because only a small amount of people could actually afford a piano, and actually enjoy doing it. My books, a new adventure in every one, fantasy, horror, romance, each one so original, My books are my safe place, they send me to a WHOLE different world! When I have a nightmare and I can’t get it out of my head, I just read a book, and it makes me forget about the nightmare. My books also keep me entertained, when I am bored out of my mind, I just read one of my favorite books. When I need to make time go faster, I just read a book, there are so many pages, that when I am done, it's 7 pm! My brother, sometimes we argue, true, but I will try my hardest to give him the world. My brother and I are partners, we try to help each other even when we don’t always get along. When we were younger, my mom used to put us in timeouts, my brother was the one usually in timeouts for being mean to me, but I always felt bad even though he was rude to me, so I would bring him food and make him apologize to my mom so he wouldn’t be in BIG trouble. My bird, sure is a handful, but he keeps me company. I will try to give him a great life, my bird makes me gain responsibility, i’m the one to clean his cage, feed him, keep him entertained, and he helps me get over things, like my stress with school, my bird also comforts me but doesn’t even know it, me and him love playing games, hide ‘n seek, tag and more! He makes me feel okay, He's my home. My home is my teacher, my teacher makes me feel safe, she always knows what to say to make me feel better. Sure, life may be difficult sometimes, but, it’s just like that, no one has a “perfect” life, everyone’s different, everyone is original, but all that matters is that, keep what is home to you, that's the true meaning of home.