My Definition of Home

For me home is where I cherish memories, it can’t be described easily in documentaries. Your home is where you find comfort and love. A home can’t be touched or drawn, but there’s this presence that says “this is where you belong”. You can have fights in your home once in a while, but home can also make you smile. You can’t be judged at home. Instead, you can be loved with the empathy that roams. My house is small with two rooms, but my home is bright with colors, and it’s where my memories bloom. Now, I don’t mind if the place I’m living in is small, as long as me and my family are all. My home is where I rest, and experience the best. A home is where you build connections, and affections. My family helps me a lot, they taught me that a home can't just be bought. My house can change from all sizes, but my home is where the love for my family rises. Everyone can have a different meaning of home, but the meaning of home for me is priceless, it’s filled with safety and beauty, and having one is a luxury. You can have a fortune but still be broken, is that really a token? I’m very lucky to have my family with me, because their happiness is my key. I feel sorry for those without a roof, so I hope we can spread love with or without proof. We can save people with care and not compare, so let’s all be fair and embrace the people who experienced despair. We can all be kind with the stars that burn, and for me that is something I’d love to learn.