What Home Means to Me

When my friends talked about their home I imagined a huge big mansion with 10 butlers and 2 limos. When I get to my house I think “My friends would laugh at me if they knew my house was like this." So I would tell them “My house is a huge big mansion with 10 butlers and 2 limos." I was expecting them to say “Oh wow, us too." But instead they say “Really?! I'm jealous." At that moment I started thinking about how home isn't about how big it is or how rich you are. I again started thinking, going home and seeing my Mom, my Stepdad, my Stepbrother, my Brother, all of the people in my household. They all care for me and love me. And when I come home my puppies Jesse and Patrick jump on me and kiss me, telling me I belong there.