My Home

Home feels like a house but feels safer, happier, joyful. A home is built with love and care. Home is a place where I can be me outside or inside. Wherever I am in my home. I will be me, as long I'm close to my home. But I am always close to my home because my home always feels like my heart. No matter how far or near, I will always feel my home on the left side of my chest where the heart belongs. Like my home, my heart or house is filled with my loved ones. They love and care for me. They show and teach me that I am special like you. Home may be a part of a heart but it can also be a part of a brain. No matter how far we are to our heart you'll always remember my home. All of those mesmerizing memories are inside of my home. My brain is rethinking and laughing at the jokes that have been said one by one. I see my best friend when we are at a birthday, sleepover or school day. I am thankful that they are my friends. And that I’m a part of my family. So you see, A home is not made or built with 4 walls. Not even a roof. A home is made with love, our hearts, and memories.