What Home Means to Me

I love my home because home means love to me. It gives me shelter and a place to rest. It has my family ( my parents, my siblings, and my grandma). Even if my other relatives do not live in my house, I still feel they do. Another reason, I think home means love is that when I come in my family greets or welcomes me and that makes me so happy. I have my siblings to play and squabble with. My friends come to visit me in my home too. Another reason I like my home is that I have my own room. Sometimes, when I feel sad or angry, I have my own space to relax. I also have my desk for work and to build things. A warm bed to sleep in. I have a kitchen full of food that I can eat; I have a table to sit down and talk. I have a backyard to play in, a garden to plant flowers and vegetables as well. When I have my own house in the future, I want it to be just like the one I live in now (comfy, cozy, and full of love). A home is not just a roof over one’s head, it should be safe and secured. So, I advocate that everybody should have a home. It doesn't matter if you are homeless or poor, everybody needs shelter. We all need to provide a home for all, and not just for ourselves. We are all human and everyone is the same.