The Meaning of Home

Home is not the house home to me is where the people I love are. It doesn't matter how luxurious the house is or how big it is, if it is a mansion or an apartment. If I am with my family the place doesn't matter just the people that are inside. A home is a place where you make memories. Like my mom taking care of me while I am sick, my dad pranking my sister and me, and the fresh smell of cookies on a cold winter morning to wake up on my bed with sunlight in my face. I think other people deserve to have the same opportunities as I had. I don't have a big house but I feel grateful because at least I have a roof to protect me. It feels like home because of the people that are inside.