What Home Means To Me

A house is a structure with walls and a roof, but home is a place where you feel loved, supported and have a goof. You make memories with the ones you love and have somebody to joke around with and shove. You have somebody to look forward to seeing when you walk in your home, and your heart, someone there owns. The kitchen is where my mom is glued, making all the yummy desserts and food. I wrestle with my brother and one of us ends up hurt, one of us whining with a mouthful of dirt. Not everything in my house is perfect but with family there, it's worth it. Home is a place where all your worries and fears can disappear, And hold your loved ones near. Home is a place where you lay your head on your pillow and drift off to sleep,not wondering where or when you might get to eat.