What Home Means to Me
When I step into my house,
I feel something different.
I feel all my memories coming back
from when I was a kid.
When I was little, every time I went up the stairs
I thought about how many times
I went up and came back down.
But now I think about how fast I grew,
just like the stairs are going higher.
At dinner I think about how many more times I have left
to eat dinner with my family.
At night I dream about my future not living in the same house
and being away from my family.
Now every time I get the chance to be with them I take it.
Knowing that I can’t live with my family forever.
Then I realized that no matter where I am,
if I am in an island or a jungle or a forest , if I am
with my family, it all doesn't matter.