Home

When I think of home, I think of many things. To me, home means love. Home means to me the love of my cats, listening to their purring and watching them sleep. The cats are living animals, and also need food, friends, and love. Home means to me seeing the large bookshelf, taking off books and reading them, then putting them back. Books have stories in them, which trains the mind, as well as the eye. Reading is important, how would people pass down information? But most importantly, home means family, to hug my parents and play board games. Without my family, I will not exist, and if I somehow exist, how would I get food? I won’t. Without family, people would not live, which means people would be extinct. I am thankful for my home, for my cats, and for my family.