What home means to me

To me home isn’t just a place, it’s where love grows and memories are made. Love is made every day with acts of love. The small gestures count, like my mom will ask me if I’m hungry, if I’m tired, am I dressed warmly? With her acts of love she loves me. And my dad will always ask me if I am packed up for my school, and make lunch for me with his act of love he always will love me. Home is where memory is shared.