What does home mean to me?

Home isn’t just a house. It isn’t just a place with walls, doors, and a roof. It’s a place where I feel I belong. I don’t care if it’s either a house or an apartment, or even a hotel. To me home is a place with love. Ever since I moved into the apartment I live in today with my dad, mom, sister and a few years later a brother! I never really cared about all that fancy stuff, like having brand names and a big house and even more. The only thing that matters to me is having my family all together, under one roof. I love waking up on a school morning to my mom waking me up and me saying,” 5 more minutes “. I get up and I can smell the delicious Arab cooking. All the fun and joyful memories that we all have together is just amazing. I want everyone to experience that joy. That’s what home means to me.