Home

Home can be family and friends for some people, or it can be a hut or a barn. For me, it’s in my family’s arms. Home is a place where you are encouraged to try, a place where you can only cry tears of joy. For some, it is where you see your sister playing with toys. Home is not a place; it’s a feeling. It’s not just a place with doors and a ceiling. It’s a place where you have a lot of fun; for some, it’s where you learn to walk and run. Looking at where my home is now, I know I should always be proud.