Mary-Beth Kearsey Home

Eleven years ago on March 30th I was born into this world. Three days later my mom and dad brought me home but if you ask me now I wouldn't call it home. Less than a year later we moved into my true home. Two years later my little brother was born. If you ask me he's pretty annoying but if anyone were to lay a hand on him they wouldn't see the light of day again, oops, what I meant to say is I love him to pieces. By the time I was eight, me and my brother had finally convinced my parents to get a dog. We got one that Christmas and we named her Cookie. Anyway enough about my life story. I'm sending this to talk about what a home means to me. To me home means a place where you can come home and lay down and chat with your loved ones. To me home is wherever my dog, mother, brother, and father live. To me home is where clean water to drink is, and fruits and veggies are. But most of all home is where the love is.