What a home means to me
A home is not the walls, the floors, or the doors. It's all the love, happiness, and laughter inside of it. In my home, I feel safe to speak freely and love who I am, no matter what people say. I can love what I make, I can eat what I want to eat And love who I am. In a home, you can be yourself not who your friends make you to be. In a home, you can be who you want to be whatever that is. Home is everything you have been through, everything you love is in your home. You can have hate in your house but love needs to be in your home too. It's love that keeps you alive, it’s love that keeps you together, it’s love that will eat away at hate. Home can be anything but hate.