What Home Means to Me!

Home is happiness, home is being with people you love. When I think of home, I think of my Omie baking Pannekoeken, (PAN-A-Koo-Ka) our love is as strong as a shooting bazooka. When I think of home, I think of my Mee-Maw brushing my hair, she is gentle, and I can tell that she really cares. When I think of home, I think of my mom supporting me, I feel safe, and it’s a secure place to be. When I think of home, I think of my mom keeping every secret I need to let out, the faith she has in me I don't ever doubt. When I think of home, I think of my dad being so goofy, I start crying with laughter, I love him so much, he is as cool as jasper. When I think of home, I think of my dad teaching me to be better at sports, He makes it fun and not hard when we play in the yard. When I think of home, I think of my dad who is always by my side, I remember the first time I went skating when he taught me how to glide. When I think of home, I think of my siblings, they always have my back. Honestly, I believe that they deserve a plaque. All these things bring about strong feelings of happiness, emotion, love, thankfulness, and pride, it reminds me how all these people are always by my side.