Home to Me

Home is a funny word. It can mean many different things, but to me… home isn’t just four brick walls and a roof. Home isn’t just something that’s going to crumble and break and then be forgotten. Home is a safe place for most people. Home is a safe place for me. My home is a loving haven where me and my little sister will grow up together. Home is a beautiful sanctuary where I can feel safe, relaxed, stressed and all of the emotions or none of them. My home is a place where I love, learn, live, grow, laugh, cry, sing, and all the above. For me, I have two homes, my dad’s house and my mom’s house. I love both of my homes, but I almost lost my mom’s house. When I think about losing my home, I feel unsafe but when I’m with my family I feel at home, and I think everyone needs a place to call Home.