What Home Means to Me

When you think of home what comes to mind? Some of you might say a home is like a hot summer day, But to me a home means so much more, at least that's what I would say. To me, my family is my home. They are sweeter than a honeycomb, and, yes, they have their flaws, But I mean no one's perfect, not even me. My family is always there for me when I feel blue. Now that is something true. My home is where I feel comfort. In my home I feel safe. So next time you ask me what a home means to me, I'll just smile with glee and say, “My home is not perfect but it's perfect to me for they will always be a part of my special little heart.” Now that is what my home means to me.