What home is

My home is not just a place made with bricks and roofs, it is the people who are there with me that I love and care about. My home could be at the school that I go to with all of my friends and all of my classmates and my teachers who work hard to teach me and who helped me make this, or at my house with my entire family and my cute little dog and my room. My home is not just my close family, but my family that comes to visit me on the holidays, or the family that I go on long flights to visit. When they come they make me feel loved, cared about, joyful, happy, grateful and free in their warm embrace. When my family comes they become my home and my heart, we get to make more new memories together and the days become filled with laughter again and my joy returns. Home is like a sanctuary where you can be careless and free and have so much fun every day. My mom and dad both work so hard to get me a place to live and food to eat them and my sister are the centre of my heart and my home. My family is the center of what home means to me and I love every single one of them to bits and if I could I would stay with them forever and ever for the rest of my life. Home is not a place that you would live and sleep in like a building but it is home who you decide to spend your life and all your time with, it is the ones you care about and who care for you the ones who believe in you.