My Home Is a Place Where We Draw Memories.

A home is a place to build memories and laughter, a house and apartments are to live. A home is where you can feel comfortable, where something that makes you feel loved and safe. Having a house may be a flex but having a home is a blessing. My home holds a roof over my head to protect me when it rains or snows. A home needs people that are loving and respectful to make it a Home. You don’t need a roof over your head to call it a home because home is people you adore and admire. Some people don’t have a home but I do, and I'm grateful for all the support. My dad works all day to keep my family healthy in the snow and carries 40 pounds on his back for us. My mom cooks and cleans for my family. My parents want me to succeed and become a person that’s helpful and trustful, that’s the reason I go to school. For skills I'll need when I'm older. People stay starving and can't eat because they can't afford it but my family gets food for me and keeps me healthy. I wrote this essay to clear out what a home is. The memories you can have and how much it takes to keep it together.