What home means to me

Home isn't made of four walls or bricks. Home is where memories start, Home is where laughter starts. Home is where you are loved. There is no place like home, nothing can replace it. Home sounds like my dad screaming at the tv. Home is, my mom making my favorite foods on Christmas eve. My home is miles away. My home is with my family. Home is my gramma coming over for Christmas. Home feels good.