What Home Means to Me

Home means family and memory’s. it's not just a building with four walls, it's more than that. it's a place where I grew up, it's a place where I laugh and have fun, and where I can be myself without having people judge me. It's a place where I feel safe. I used to live in London. With my mom, my older brother and me. But then we moved to a new house. And I made so many new memories.I've lived here for six years now.And I have four siblings.And everyday I get to spend so much time with my family and I'm so grateful for all my siblings and I can't wait to make so many memories with them every single day. And everyday i get to walk up with a smile on my face because of my family they make me so happy. Everyday i get to see my brother making funny jokes and my other brother having trouble finding a toy car to play with and my two sisters fighting over how to pick a show first. And all i have to do is tell my brother you don't have to pick one car you can play with all of them and it brings him joy. And I don't have to watch my sisters fight over the remote. I can just tell them we can find something we all want to watch. And when I laugh at my other brother's jokes I laugh and it brings him joy to see my laughing and it brings me joy to see him happy and to see my howl family so happy and joyful. I love my family so much and every time I surprise my mom by cleaning the house for her it makes her so happy and that makes me so happy. And a house is not a home till you make it one.