What Home Is To Me

Home is a safe place that I can go. Home is a happy place that I am in and a great feeling of being around the people that I love. My mom is from Argentina, but she feels like Europe is her home. She was born in Argentina. She did not feel great there other than her entire family living there. There were so so so many people and dogs on the streets. The people could not afford to buy clothing and take care of them anymore. It was so dreadful; she could not take it anymore of watching dogs beg for food and water on the streets every corner you turned. She had a bad job and did not get payed much money. Not much at all so she worked hard and promised to her family that she would come back one day when she got a decent job and had the money to fly back to Argentina. When she did, she brought two surprises, me, and brother I was about two and my brother was three, and of course my dad too. With family and the people I love, it feels like I am home, the smell, the people the language, the looks of trees and the feeling, all feels like home, but when I am here it feels more like home.